Whisper a prayer for the dying, but keep it a secret and let it burn among the stars of Heaven. Allow my soul to escape the fetters of this mortal coil, and fly beyond the limits of conception. And if, between this world and the next, I am to be lost let there be a fire lit to help me find my way home.
An awakening of the soul reveals an empty truth, hidden by a veil of flesh and blood; a war of senses ends with the passing of light into darkness in a moment of silent resolution, and fades away the fire.
Breaking through these boundaries,
absolution comes with conditions;
purgatory haunting me
a self-imposed freedom
of limitation that binds
us to each other,
me unto my Self,
until I am only