My journey is yet to be completed. There are many things I have yet to learn, and yet I know more than I am to be given. The death of god was a doing all my own, I refuse to take credit. When our souls last met I gave you pearls, now I offer knowledge and love that can never be held in the sparkle of a diamond, or the glow of gold. I would hold you close, had you not pushed away. I'd show you the wounds of self, had you not turned a blind ear. I would have given my soul to you, had you not closed your ears, and hidden your heart. But these things are of old, and soon I will die. By hands of my own, and perhaps another. I was lost, let me be. Velvet will flow and men will die.