• I sat in a cold zephyr,
    The awry winds ruffling the grass around me.
    I glanced up into gentle drifting clouds,
    and i brimmed with unending plea.

    The clouds rolled and cracked,
    Their angry wrath showering the sodden ground.
    I sat in the rain,
    So present, yet so unfound.

    My tears littered the soft grass,
    Each glittering drop filled with sorrow,
    My life was a vortex spiraling out of control,
    Nothing to look forward to tomorrow...

    The cold rain dampened my hair,
    And i weakly stood tall.
    A roaring river of blood swept over me,
    And i screamed as i began to fall.

    I could feel the sticky liquid, the horrid rotten stench.
    But i closed my eyes in confusion.
    Everything around me was gone,
    Nothing more than a mere illusion.

    Why were these strange visions coming?...
    Why was i so unconvinced, the real me?
    Anger enveloped me, the ground rumbling,
    I knew exactly why. I smiled with dark glee.

    Lives had been lost, memories destroyed.
    I was to blame.
    I had been ruthless and unwise...
    I had no shame.

    This was a punishment, i understood now,
    The weaker side of me destroyed.
    I had once felt regret,
    But now all my cares are unemployed.

    The darkness engulfed me in a painful tremor,
    Chains wrapped themselves around my wrists.
    I laughed an insane laugh.
    In my hand i formed a fist.

    I had no regrets, the job had to be done.
    Stiffening my grip, I broke the chain in two.
    The icy metal lay motionless on the ground,
    As my instinct continually grew.

    Racing off into the hills, i smiled obscuredly.
    There was more of this life left to be.
    I had a job to do, a merciless reign to will.
    I was out. i was free.