My Creator, God, And Sleep

I am for my own sake but for the flower the sun as I watch when like you it through the clouds it rises, however. what I am is to none as important to you as one myself or know myself, like you. My friends forsake me as I eat of you a lost memory; I am the auto-consumer of my consternation, you arise from myself and disappear myself into the transferred host, As one masks life and the love and of death. However I am! alive inside the shade of nothingness of the incarnation she of my catholic and white roaring, is the noise, alive in the sea to wake up to but her inside my dreams. Where it has been nor a direction of the life nor of the joys, life is your self esteem. Expensive-is that I loved you to my full potential, while optimum. And hearing this she wept; with my creator, god, and sleep.