protect yourself from perfection

Sordid candle wax collects as curious fuel for the next flame
As the twilight echoes in skulls collapsed by torment, we are restored
Jostling in packs of useless tools of twisted fortunes, the elixir is refined
A dose would suffice as a cure had the patient known his true illness – life
He will not allow the ignorance of his pompous failures to cause suffering for the birds aloft in twigs sprouting to cover his window of morning
Opportunity does not strike but eases itself into cracks of placid turntables resounding

Can’t you save yourself?
If even on a whim our lives would turn to shit, find a janitor before you melt
There are so many pieces left unfit, though perfectly grooved for success
Projections of lucid reticence submit a blankness as your sweepstakes prize
If you must, make a change, live a life, take a chance

From a door left ajar, the hairy beast slips into the passenger seat, awaiting a hellish ride
The malignant endorsement pursues a great fate, a spectacular fireworks display
Effortlessly whirling through a vast wormhole of destiny, you believe your companions must wield only shields to protect you from a sacred flame licking your sweet toes

I won’t stand any longer
Retreating is the vaguest option accrued by systematic killjoys
Let’s race into the unknown, I’ll let you know from the finish line the length of my smile

Why do you ask me questions when you’ve seen it all through kaleidoscopic visions?
Use your waste and provide some answers, we may all collect the pieces

Protect yourself from perfection