Queen Perfection

Ana (Queen Perfection)

I can't fight her alone,
I need a voice of reason,
I can't usurp her throne,
Disobedience is treason.

My queen of dreams, in devils mask,
I worship in detestation,
I loathe myself, for my compliance,
Yet crave that cruel sensation.

She commands the mirror on the wall,
To scream vicious revulsion,
"You're the ugliest of them all!"
Disgrace feeds my compulsion.

Disgusted by this creature,
The distorted mirror shows,
I must transform the picture,
By denying hunger's throes.

The pain I feel is her reward,
For obeying her instruction,
The goal she sets, I move toward,
Along the path to self-destruction.

Perfection is a cruel ruler,
She beats me into submission,
In skeletal grace I'll serve her,
Her satisfaction is my mission.

Weakness is my demise,
When I don't meet her demands.
I can't discern her lies,
I am dying by her hands.

Failure is not an option,
What she commands I do,
She whispers sweet seduction,
She's the one I listen to.

I want to change my ways,
No longer be a willing slave,
But I don't know what to say,
What's the correct way to behave?

Madame I implore you,
Free me of this bond,
But what does asking do?
My pleas are frowned upon.

My mistress sets the task
I have no choice but try,
I do all that she asks,
Yet even in victory I cry.

I promised I'd try harder,
But which promise do I keep?
Do I attempt to recover,
Or am I in too deep?

Should I bow to my cruel Queen,
To become Perfection's wh0r3?
Or with Sensibility should I scheme,
And the tyrant overthrow?

*This wasn't meant to rhyme in the beginning but thats just the way it came out, this is just a sort of venting poem*