Stuck inside the purgatory of the mind
Such an ugly barren place filled with the sins that covet my soul
Yet I cannot leave, I wish not to leave
For in those sins and in the ugliness I have found something
Something that I never had in the other side
Comfort, is what holds me to live in the sinful place

Bearing down the world to its thin
Showing all of its true sin

There once was a prince
In a not so far away land.
He was a fair boy
Always right and just
He cared for the world,
And his dearest friends.
But he was also oblivious
To the treasure
He had in his kingdom.

He would search far
For beautiful flowers,
That grew in his garden.
He had purple,
Pink
Red
Yellow
And Orange flowers,
But all he wanted
Was the rare white flower;

Every morning,
He would walk to his garden.
He watered each individual flower,
Yet he never saw,
That the perfect flower
Was growing right there
In his kingdom
In front of his very eyes.
Hidden behind the colorful
Beaming flowers
Grew white flower,
Exactly what he was longing for.

Someday
The prince will realize
The white flower
Directly in front of him.
It bloomed each and every spring,
With the sight of his eyes.
Changing
Morphing
Growing
As it hears him laugh;
Dying every autumn,
When another flower,
Takes its spot.

Little does the prince know,
The white flower's petals,
Fell for him.