Analysis of Pure Beauty

A masterpiece imprinted with
The stroke of an eye.
Pure beauty found in the
City of knives
I rode between the lines
Unable to see,
Only pure beauty caressing me.
Woe, distance became the enemy.
Cry with joy even in defeat
Racing flow, oh how sweet.
Forever, forever I reap
Honor pure beauty
One sacrificial extended moment,
Not so bleak, more time to seek.
Impossible? Or retreat!?
To be worthy with no deceit
It's not me, it's off line
Color and coded, sublime, sublime
You can't, pure beauty is mine.