Beautiful sin

The sun sets over the ocean, its reflection is great.
I begin to yeild to its beauty thinking...
dreaming..... oblivious to my surroundings yet
aware inside. A sudden chill takes over, I tremble.
Reality stings me like the thorn of a rose. I fall
to my knees. The tides rush towards my feet
rhythmically as if to mock me. I gazed out at
the sea and cursed it wildly. Enviest of
the sun, the sea, the waves, and the moon
for looming over me in their glory and sense
of accomplishment. My inner demons began to
surface all at once. Every regret, sorrow,
and anguish i've ever felt tormented me
viciously as if hell opened its gates just
for me. I can no longer move my body. I have
not the will nor the faith to save me from
my sins made flesh. I begin to feel myself
slip away, drifting into the claws and talons
of death. In platen fear I prayed. Screaming
to the one on whom I turned my back on.
Begging, pleading, bargaining with christ
I all but give up hope. In my last moments
I lay thinking of how life could've been had I followed him always,
now its too late....I drift away...