The rain falling on everything
is the only sound
I would like to hear,
drowning out thoughts,
killing the feeling.
Falling down and falling
in love again
are the same.
You feel pain,
regret too late.
You are in this
for the pleasure,
ending up
with the torment.
Your soul feels
the warmth
of hell’s flames
nipping at your feet.
She was always like this, sweet and bitter in equal woman-child parts.
You sought to play, never expecting to pay the price of a flood of fear
and lust. The rain keeps falling. I can still hear my heart beat.
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