FixXxer
Bluelighter
a crack at success,
i made a big mess,
i no longer undress,
leave that for the best
a chance without flaw,
instead a broken jaw,
a sharpened red claw,
tears me raw.
a time with no mistake,
justs seems to be fake,
like living under a lake,
or not eating birthday cake.
a need for error,
actually prevents terror,
keeping just, we bare her,
as perfection becomes rarer.
one more chance,
for the perfect dance,
do i take the "i cants"
or use this deadly lance?
second tries,
are what keeps me alive,
from these i strive,
to keep sane, my beehive.
i made a big mess,
i no longer undress,
leave that for the best
a chance without flaw,
instead a broken jaw,
a sharpened red claw,
tears me raw.
a time with no mistake,
justs seems to be fake,
like living under a lake,
or not eating birthday cake.
a need for error,
actually prevents terror,
keeping just, we bare her,
as perfection becomes rarer.
one more chance,
for the perfect dance,
do i take the "i cants"
or use this deadly lance?
second tries,
are what keeps me alive,
from these i strive,
to keep sane, my beehive.
