The Perspective Complex.

The Dying Verse Of A Broken Man (1)

As I laid 'neath the deep sea
I see a clear sky stretched upon me.

A scorching blaze hit my chest,
Shielded only by the lingering black coated vest.

I know not what I would see beyond; beyond the space or time
I'd be lying if I say fear hasn't grown in this heart of mine.

Wait I anxiously, now with closed eyes
To feel your lips upon my forehead; the lips laced in lies.

And doth not surprise pass my lens,
When I feel naught of your presence.

Shame of me on ever thinking you do,
After all I lay 'neath here because of you.

As darkness blinds, I forget aught ere this casket.
I feel something thump upon me chest, perhaps a rose basket.

For the coveted kiss from you, I yet linger.
Do you see my yearn not? I even let His call play on ringer.

If I have fortune enough to ever be granted a wish
I again would ask for your soft lips; devoid of love, devoid of bliss.

And as I stare down into death, I realize.
Loving you was, after all, not wise.

Being was senseless sans you, your touch I do miss.
How desperate am I to actually lay here for that dying kiss?