Goodbye

I cringe as the rain,

Touches my face,

Washing away,

That bitter taste.

I told myself,

Once before,

Never again,

But my heart was torn.

It happened again,

So i built up my wall,

This time, to let nothing in,

Not even a call.

A cry of familiarity,

Not even that,

They'll all go someday,

The more my heart would crack.

Broken it is,

In pieces it shall be,

Scattered like stars,

Upon the moonlit sea.

Alone i will be,

Emotionless and safe,

Is this the path I truly choose?

When I have lost all faith?

So goodbye to you,

Goodbye again,

The next time I see you,

Which only God knows when,

You will be happy,

Without me there,

Don't try to deny it,

Though I knew once, that you cared.

I wish you well,

Be on you're way,

There's nothing else,

Which I can say.

The Wind's Farewell

A land of fields,

Where lavender grows,

I laid down slowly,

And let the fragrance flow.

It surrounded me,

All warm and lovely,

While the rays of the sun,

Passed by silently.

The lonely night,

Quickly came after,

Still I laid down,

Amongst the fragrance and laughter.

I heard the spring wind,

It spoke softly to me,

The words I shall never forget,

Engraved in my heart, will it forever be.

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(Sequel to Spring Wind, and Spring Wind2.)

Oh My Sadist!

She sat by the shadows,

Under the rain,

No one noticed,

No one knew her pain.

Day after day,

She suffered alone,

From her ghostly pale lips,

She smothered a moan.

Gritting her teeth,

She faced the cold,

She dwelt in the darkness,

She had no where to go.

Just standing there,

For the darkness to take,

She almost stopped breathing,

Her life is at stake.

A few moments left,

Her memories flashed by,

She was dying, no doubt,

Its time to say goodbye.

The twilight in her eyes,

The dawn in his,

She had given up,

While the world was his.

He watched the sun rise,

And bathed in all its glory,

Never had it crossed his mind,

A single thought of misery.

A lifetime of happiness,

Had past them by,

His memories, though, were stolen,

If he knew, he'd rather die.

Lost in time,

In a floating world,

Endless dreams,
Drift and tear at the seams.

They both made a choice,

To die in their own way,

One cloaked in shadows,

The other kept them at bay.

She chose her memories,

And suffered pure pain,

He chose to feel nothing,

And had forgotten his way.

In your opinion,

Which was more tragic?

To live with no meaning?

Or die by candle wick?