Note: Prose suggestions are welcome of course, but I'm looking for tips on structure, effect, and imagary.
The harmonious glory of the 'per'!
The symphonic mastery of the 'fect'!
The trumpet sound of the 'tion'!
Order, achievement, adoration
Things we all desire and require
But, here's a little secret-perfection lies
It presents itself in robes of silken blue
Adorned with jewels and diamonds
A wreath of roses around it's neck
To hide what's underneath-
Frayed, broken, hair
A neck aligned with scars
Perfection, it falsifies,
and twists reality to hide
what already is and was
Perfection, it testifies
to an empty promise
no doubt you've heard it's whispers
'if you do just one more little thing
if you be who they want you to be
if you make them proud to say your name
if you reach so high you crash and burn
you'll have every thing you've ever wanted '
But here's the thing they never say
Perfection cannot promise you tomorrow
for when the sun rises at the dawns call
and light paints the earth in scarlet flames
it falls away, and reveals it's true-self