I fall to my knees atop the rocks surrounding the waterfall,
Looking at the silver stormy sky and the sweeping clouds overhead,
Listening to the cascading water and contemplating my desolate life,
The deeds done throughout and the thoughtlessness portrayed,
The innocent hearts corrupted, slowly realizing the desperation lived
And the terror wrought throughout, and on my knees I beg for forgiveness,
For my sins, for my transgressions, I beg for a release from this torment,
A brief lapse in this internal hell, I pray to a higher force, of what I do not know,
And as I pray, the first of the thunder begins, and I become that thunder,
That powerful force yet so weak and benign, and still all I do is grovel,
And as I grovel and tear myself apart, I pray, I pray for the lives I have taken,
For the lies I have told, and for those I've destroyed in my ignorance,
I ask those people to take from me what I have from them, to return the heartache
And betrayal, I ask only for those I have hurt to exact their revenge,
To show me what I did to them, and in the distance, I see the first of the lightning strike,
It flares into a flaming spear, striking a tree and turns into a glowing flame-filled beacon
For my sorrow, into that flame I pour my essence, I become the flame, the raw energy and heat,
And that searing heat tears through my body and destroys my tears of self-pity,
Lets me see the true form of my blackened soul, made so by the lies and destruction of my life,
And I cower from my lifes' horrifice work, and as that flame still I beg to be forgiven,
For my pride and conceit, for my anvy and greed, for a life lived selfishly and pathetically,
As a flame I ask naught but the punishment I deserve, yet barely a flame but an ember,
To be blown either into life or death by the lightest of zephers and as a human I ask for death,
I ask to be destroyed as I have done to lives, and to be tortured as I have done to hearts,
I ask too much for I do not deserve this bliss that I ask, I remain unforgiven,
Yet in the midst of this sadness I hear her, the one whom I gave my heart,
She calls to me and wills me to live, and the flaming embers fade from me as I return to a body,
Mine or an illusion of a broken mind, I do not know, broken and torn by a life of hate,
And I answer that velvet voice, I call out to that loving whisper and beg for its love,
I beg without pride or envy, I beg only from my heart, with pure emotion and passion,
And that passion enflames deep within me, only to be destroyed by a loveless look and painful eyes,
Yet just when I have lost all she embraces me, a loving and caring touch that is full of care and beauty,
And I begin to cry not tears of sorrow but pure tears of joy and longing, and as I do, the first of the raindrops
Fall, and it strikes my naked body, my naked face lit for the first time in its life with pure joy,
And it cleanses me, and for the first time in my life, I am free, I am happy, and I am alive and loved,
But feeling a warmth I thought not possible, I am truly feeling love...
