The Hidden Art (P.1) That's the way you are, dear boy. sentimentalizing

The Hidden Art (P.1)

That's the way you are, dear boy.
sentimentalizing over your imprisoned ghost
scared to death of dying
at sight of a weapon and a cowardly man
osculant of life to life which clouds innocence within you
Boy, you will never cease to exist.
No one can harm you
They can only release you from your prison
Shall you choose to escape it?
Eternity is Infinite
breathe your last here, breathe your first elsewhere
Your soul, 
now free from its flesh chains
can soar, 
endowed with a second chance out of infinity.
Now tell me, boy,
What is there to be afraid of?