Life's Semantics

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She prays for an eternal rain.
For it to come at an endless depth,
to viciously flood her veins,
and seep into her thoughts like absinthe.

Harboring an existence she cannot bear to sustain.
Slowly, she will wither and burn her blooming amaranth.
She holds no doubts, no need to constrain.
Now carving her skin at an insurmountable length.

She pleads for the stormy tryst.
To wash away the rushing blood,
intensely raining from her wrists.
For those and her own, beliefs that she is flawed.

For the remaining broken taste of his lips.
For the glimpse of her reflection, she was appalled.
For those who scrutinized her lifes semantics.
Now taking a moment, to burn the memories recalled.

She beckons for the eternal rain,
as she lies in shards of her own broken heart.
Somberly lulled by her pain,
she is Wretch and Sorrow incarnate.

Minutes, seemingly hours, dwindle and pass.
Her energy and flow of life dangerously drain.
Along with her memories, abundant, and amass.
Her anguish fades into the captivating storm, with no refrain.

Helpless, she will ascend or descend unto the grasp of demons or seraphs.
Her costly tragedies soon become a soft, long ago occurrence.
As her vision is fading, a shadow echos remembrance.
A blurred form of the man who holds her lifes only importance.

He falls to his knees, with a mournful sway.
Gently cradling her nearly lifeless body, weeping in silence.
Tears stream down as he pleads for her breath to stay.
Death he tries to detour through his remaining perseverance.

It is her Death demands, yet he chooses to abstain.
Though her last moments, he couldn't post-pone.
So her love grasps a gun, fearing he's now all alone.
He kisses her cold lips, as gloomy clouds hide the sun.

Remembering the love he has always known,
he barely recognized her fading through each season.
Thoughts of regret flow through his brain,
as he wishes he could have foreseen her treason.

Fearing a life of loneliness, he trembles as he repents.
He hears nothing but silence as he pulls the trigger.
So there they both lie, and in a sense
their love and pain will forever linger.

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