Streets of Solitude not for contest

Being alone is an amethyst art Gift to the soul searching dark Mahogany moments Shaping reality despite chaos or peace Pearl perception of reality red from blood of dead dreams that will rise like a purple phoenix inside blue breast Walking in spirit with ancient ancestors yet alone in the Streets of solitude Fire in eyes forgiving the lies of whimsical fairy tales That once spun hope Like a golden thread Around amber head Ideals that float like glowing halo Keeping character afloat Despite a sinking black hole Left in the street to trap Those who seem to nap Sleep walking on the path Sleeping Beauty is an example Fairytale of slumber sampled By a cherry kiss on lips Is to die for or to live If Prince never comes what gives rainbows inside to exist Whether the field of forgiveness has been watered or not Be the rose that grows Through concrete streets with heart Determined to thrive despite odds With a scent of salvation a street soldier for God