I feel the thunder rumbling through my body as it pounds in the sky.
After comes the rain, like a never ending wave washing away any sign of hope.
Drop after drop a constant reminder of my imprisonment.
The lightning strikes as I wish I could, it takes my breath away, as I wish I could.
Just when I think it has stopped another pain has come, silence.
The real sign of death, the real trap.
It reminds me that I'm alone.
It reminds me it has the ultimate power.
It has broken me.
I'm fading away.
As I lay to final rest it is reborn pulling me from my everlasting sleep.
It pulls me back.
Is it just to remind me of pain.
I have felt all pain nothing can hurt me now, I am broken.
But instead of pain it shows me hope, but why?
Is this just to torture me, to show me what it is I am so longing but can never reach?
What I have searched for the whole of my pathetic existence.
No, it guides me, it guides me to a place I have never been, it guides me to a feeling I have never experienced.
Life.
And now as I lay to my final rest, I feel it.
I thank it for showing me life, even though it was only short, I will never forget.
As I drift off I know I have lived.
I have reached everlasting peace.