Estranged day of a lovers tale

Forsaken son of zion, take one breath now.

For your last one will come like a first kiss

Nervous for the line that splits past and future

Not ready to leave but having no more transgretions.

Take the wind within your black lungs 

so deep for yourself yet hallow from the ashes.

Slowly I become the narrow passageway

that sends one into the dark abyss.

Opportunity to seek out life in death.

Limbo successor, hard pressed am I.

For the heavens come with a leap of faith

And hell drags us down to our place.

Should i charge myself to new opportunities

and take a breath of discourse in ambivalence, 

or wallow in the inopportune of solitude

in an endless wash of skin flakes of the body?

How shall you pick to be rotten?

Flesh of kinder spirits born to I and a love

shall my love cease when mortality fails,

Or shall I cry from the deceased into my love?

Shall my weakness for love, so blindly seen,

Be cherished across the universe into afterlife

OR to be killed as the flesh of my body does,

Withering weaker day by day, still in youth.

My rejuvenation is eager to restore itself.

But what shall i be after this breath?

Is this the end leaving all belief testified

and forever chained to a soul of justice?

Will I be left to squander alone in purgatory

or be granted the peace of death itself?

only to breath a sharp breath of a kiss goodbye

and one of hope that soothes as i die.