Rain falls heavily upon my face and drenches my body so boldly.
Lightning is the only light in the night that allows me to see.
How can I remain where I have ceased to be?

Thunder is all that I hear in this place where I don't really exist.
Pictures of the past are so hard to resist.
Why does this relentless pain persist?

There are tears in my eye alongside the thoughts of the ****** past:
But I have fallen away from reality's grasp...
-Let me go Life, or let me go Death!