Monument to All PerfectionI'm a monument to all perfection, Crumpling away beneath the walls. You visitors; you marvel, wonder.Monument to All Perfection
How long before the tower falls?
Rubbing hands against cool stone.
Outside my walls, the world does seethe.
No names engraved, no tarnished spots.
Not one hole, to let me breathe.
I'm left untended, unwatched at night. They don't expect soon decay. Are walls to clean for me to fail? Are hearts to pure to lead astray?
Under the glossy, clean facade.
Few have tread here before. Cobwebs and dusty pain still lingers. Trapped in her
