Beautiful Existence

You might think living is a kind of wish,
The sun shining brightly upon pale skin.
Another's hand and mine so gently entwined,
Hair blowing like ocean waves in the wind.
But inside of me burns a desire inescapable,
A demonic possession of fire burns all cognition.
While I may be more than capable to continue,
I still fall prey to the demon under my skin.
Like the imagined feeling of the one kiss you missed,
Perfect in theory but in reality forever baseless.
It will haunt me until the end of all of this,
So I wait for death.

In death lies the most beautiful existence.
No words to regret or events to make sense of.
All shame will be placed into proper perspective,
By the ghostly form of the heavenly collective.
So when the sun finally sets nothing shall I miss,
For in death lies the most beautiful existence.