Death, You In My Dreams

My best friend past,
and here I lay across his body.
The eyes already swollen,
and here a new selfish oddity.

I wish I could tell you that I'm better,
better than to have ignored the truth.
What's not to be fiction,
could break a heart to soothe.

He kept dying and yet I did without,
I kept my distance to not believe.
Skull burying his face,
cannot be fixed, nor relieved.

Rip away is what I did,
escape into a nirvana-no-death.
Yes, Tia, believe in what you want to,
then can you live without your breath?

I left and I'm sorry,
my best childhood fostering.
Be dead, so be it, damn fate,
but you forgive in haunting harboring.