There is a gift in me which I can so easily bestow; breaking my heart is the only way this gift you’ll know. For you see, even if thy pain brings to me a great blow, my ability to forgive someone is never slow. The skies may rain fire upon my soul because of one word; yet, forever forgiving I stand whole – yes I know this is absurd.
Hard it may seem to forgive someone; an attribute of God it is to absolve anyone – and yet like HIM I have found it in me to pardon everyone.
If my heart is broken into pieces, it shall always show to you its release. If your hate for me increases, my soul shows with pride how it cannot decrease. Power of that kind my spirit would not give to man; power of that kind over me I will forever ban! Do to me what you will; forgiveness to thou shall I instill.
Yet there is something that troubles my mind; a curse that for centuries has kept me blind. You see, to you my friend I can extend this love; yet for myself there is abhorrence and disgust. Forgiving me I find myself barren-of, for in me lives unholy sin and lust! A sin so great am I; an abomination which is shunned by every eye.
“A monster is I who can forgive someone”
“A monster is I who can’t forgive just one”
Imprisoned I will remain in my dungeon of guilt; enslaved to a Whisperer whose tune makes me wilt. It is the beast of my domain that drives me insane; a creature of the night I become, my heart racked with unrelenting pain. Yet, none weeps for the anguish my heart feels; except for the mother at my side whose tears she never conceals.
The Jekyll in me finds it easy to forgive someone; the Hyde in me cannot find the will to forgive just one...
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