rain

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The rain likes to pour as though similar to a waterfall. It taps lightly on my window as I stare out into the fog. A single crow stands near. I turn around and walk down the winding steps only to find you here.

My eyes hurt as they strain for you dear but I cannot see. I hear small wimpers and cries from you but I have not the slightest clue why.

I cry out as the scene in from of me appears, however you do not hear.

The blood is all over the floor, on the walls, and on the sofa. You simply standing there.

The blank look on your face while tears roll down it. The knife in you are holding so prominently.

It's still a little hard to see so I'm not sure who you killed. But I walk over to you to ask you why and what I see feels unreal.

As I grab your shoulder I look in front of me and my eyes nearly fall upon the floor.

There I am, lying there, not a word to say more. My lifeless body stabbed 20 times, maybe ten fold.

I look at you, my one true love, as you take the knife up to your neck and breath out shakily.

You plunged the knife deep in your throat and took your final breath. It's all over, all gone, now you're grieving death.

I see as you appear behind me, your neck sliced open. Your body light and translucent.

I realize suddenly as you took my cold dead hand, that we were meant to be together. Until the very end.

Now we are ghosts, forever haunting, destined to be in love until we fade away forever. The rain will pour as we sit on this lovely sofa, now stained with warm red blood. I'll hold your hand until the rain stops, when we smile our goodbyes.

That will be the end, but only of our lives. It's a sorrow to part but some things must, Just as we shall. Forever I'll remember this dark day in the rain, and I'll remember this blood red stain. The blood that was shed was simply marking the end of a long destined love.

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This poem makes no sense, I'm sorry.

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