Forgivness
In the deep darkness I see a light
I feel a trickle running down my wrists falling, falling to end the sadness.
As the light gets closer the harder the trickle falls.
I know the end is comming, I feel the sadness start to lift.
As I look down at my hands, I see blood, blood from my wrists.
I look at the floor there lays a razor blade.
The light is getting closer, closer.
As I look to see the light once more, it flickers then goes out.
I start to feel heavy but free of sin.
I don't feel the blood running,
I look down at my wrists instead of blood, scars appear.
I start to think i haven't been forgiven, but then
I realize that sadness is a fear, a fear of reality.
The sadness is gone but remembered with scars, scars of sin.
