The Godlike Bliss

Dear Breath, will you truly forsake me? Dearest Death, will you be kind to me? My favourite Life, are you satisfied? My quintessential self, do you truly possess this demeanour? Temporary happiness is always godlike bliss, Permanence is a dutiful curse. The more I look for profound beauty, The more I go far away from my salient appetite. Karma never forgives anyone, Building a church on my altar, Building a cage that cannot be broken, Inside that, I will be stuck for the time being. The Grim Reaper calls my name just once, The fragile cage cannot keep me safe. The perfect Advisor is never going to fulfill me, Until I admit, I want to be someone under His command! Dearest Death, is the Grim Reaper your valet? Dear Breath, did you come to rescue me? Or was it just another pretence? My sweetest Soul, are you really mine, or will you just fly away at another time?