Perfection IV: Love lost and Returned by Jason Branton]

 

As my soul packs, before I depart
A crowd arrives, the funeral starts
I could’ve left this vessel days ago
But I knew I could see you here
You’re dressed in black, movemenets slow
Even if my lips could form the words, I wouldn't know
How to describe this beauty infront of me
So once again we shall see....
I watch you among the others, as you all weep
Not knowing the feeling of eternal sleep
The crowd dissipates, but you linger on
As I rise to my new Perfection

When I arrive everything is blank
And I see a man standing, dressed in white
He tells me that my heaven cannot be formed
For we need to take another life
I nod and follow him, not understanding quite
How cumbersome this mission will be
A door creaks open, it stands right before me
The Grimp Reaper, not even weary from his killing night
He explains to me heaven’s complexity
Says “Close your eyes, this is what heaven shall be”
And in my eyes I see the days with you
Visions watering as tears run free

If I knew that you meaning so much to me, would make it be
Impossible to depart from you, I can’t lie and say I'd make it undone
So I slowly nod, half wanting to agree
As we make our next journey
He walks with me, always in silence
Face shrouded by nightmares, but still he looks at me
He lifts a biny hand, finger points in that direction
I follow it, and see my Perfection
I run to you, but something’s amiss, I can’t see your bliss
And I just pass right through you
And realization hits me, I slowly stop, my heart now drops
Of the scene infront of me

Grim Reaper rests a finger on your nose, and your eyes close
As you fall to the ground.
We both kneel down and gaze onto you, and to my surprise
A new you begins to rise...
..from the ashes of Perfections’ vessel lost
And we make our way skyward
This time I am greeted by a crowd of smiles, a sense of familiar face
And I understand the logic of this place
For the Lack of Perfection can ruin happiness, even if you resist
There’s no escaping love’s grasp...
So we touch hands and walk through hapiness
Perfection and I, in the end with bliss

 

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