i have my purpose
i have it settled long before my God taught me how
long before our mothers gave us name
so we can collapse.
to be constant wave and intact rage.
shame and pride work no vision to us human,
but handled great isolation of dead bodies.

some say i traveled in April and far enough past to reach this foreign person just to prove she's real.
and taught him my soul is made from rose petals and its thorn.
one is too soft, one is too rough,
but wasn't enough and will never be explained.
proper enough to defray my price but it's not the currency i'm questioning.
because its worth of thin air and empty glass.
because dear, honesty would say you can't afford the glory and gold i have been painstaking to build.
but still, i'm waiting for a worthy treasure to keep in the chamber i hid by cheating the devil.