DEATH BED

​I die in my bed every night,

When I close my eyes,

To heal my soul, 

And become infallible, 

To be with my paramour, 

And become whole, 

Only to be born again,

When I am awake,

Like everyone else trapped,

In this fallible world.

Every night I go to my death bed,

To meet my perfect beloved, 

To repeat this freedom cycle, 

Until the day comes,

When the tangential velocity,

Finally sets me free,

To become whole for eternity,

In the arms of my perfect beloved, 

Always dreaming ecstatic dreams, 

Always enjoying perfect bliss.

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