Hallucination

Enriched with blood,
seeping into finger tips,
dancing on twisted feet,
controlling every movement,
from her tense face to her disaplened toes,
every second planning her adjoining move,
but never is concerned about the most fequent,
Perfect.

Never lies, never steals, never feels.
Emotionless she breathes in our air,
staining her lungs with inperfection,
but perfect.

She hears her swan wings devolp,
She flys in a downward spiral,
hynotized by her own eyes,
she never dies.