Gothic-Roses

What is the purpose of a damaged boat Which would sink to the bottom By a mere blow of a chilling wind In a crimson painted autumn? What is the purpose of a broken robot Which would rust to nothing With the first crystalline rain Under the cloud painted bluffing? What is the purpose of a shattered doll Which would serve as a mere decoration If in the cupboard she remains a slivered perfection? And what is the purpose of a mangled skeleton Which under any pressure collapses and breaks In this rushing world and life with large stakes?