perfect woman for a hellish world

with delicacy like lace

the world wrapped around her finger in a twirl

too pure for this place

an angel in the underworld

you cant help but stare

with her eyes like daggers

and a smile by the lord

sitting in the dark of my mind

filling every single corner

thoughts of her all you can find

any other thoughts simply foreigners

trying to undress her layers

figure out what makes her flow

for she turns every man into a satyr

i wonder if she knows

and words cant describe her

so it’s a wasted effort trying

but if one thing’s for sure

she embodies living while dying

but she doesn’t begin to fathom

how truly wondrous she is

beyond anything you could imagine

she is such a perfect creation

and her beauty is impeccable

indescribable and unbelievable

she is a goddess

guised as an angel

stuck here without her wings

truly, a perfect woman for a hellish word