PICTURE PERFECTO

Imagine perfection, in every one of your days,
With out any detection of living any other way.
Following direction of a very loving display,
With out any disruption or need to persuade.

Imagine destruction, of love turned into hate,
Because of obstruction, and intentional pain.
loss of affection, and a murderous rage,
No more traditions, no more memory keepsakes.

Imagine, limited edition, laying in a grave,
With out human function, my face stares a blank.
And in conjunction, with out any love to display,
Abrupt interruption, our lives forever changed.