Conceive me as a stone
shrouded in paint
For I desire hidden
under blossoming skies
Contemplate my ghastly soul
as a devil or a saint,
And yet, neither of them
have decrypted my mind.
Into my image, there
you dive and dwell
And appear as though
you have read my heart.
Offer me your truth
and dance around my shell
But I firmly decline to be bothered
by your shard.