if i could get you into a frame.

if i could figure you out.

how truly would i really be.

if my image of you was complete.

i've been trying to fill the void.

to reach out and touch your face.

but i molded you after my taste.

and created another cliche.

with a human concept of what is fitting.

i cannot get you into my frame.

now i see but a poor reflection.

then i'll see face to face.

kill all my idols till thy kingdom come.

kill all my idols and come quickly come