Perfection

She's going home tonight
To carve herself into
A perfect waxy graven image
Worship at her feet
And you will never see her melt.

She's locking herself away tonight
To practice smiling into nothingness
She's a photograph, she dreams
Hold her still
And you will never see her fade.

She's cutting deep tonight
To form herself into an hourglass
And arrest the heavy hands of time
Keep her polished
And you will never see her crack.

She'll paint herself tonight
To keep her carefully chosen colours
All inside the lines
Never get her wet
And you will never see her bleed.