My
bane awaits outside;
Protect me.
Rain
glides down
Gentle rage filled drops
Fall onto my
form.
The painful gleaming pureness
Encroaches emanating light,
Quiet dying moments
Foster
tears that drop from me.
Incalescent flames expunged.
Fling me to the ground,
Torrents destroy me.
Give me your lips
Drain my essence.
Time twinkling from me
Fails to be thwarted.
Rain, winged and terrible;
Lips, siphoning life;
I aspire to be loved
If my end must happen so.
Okay, that was just pathetic... I appear to be in desperate need of someone who I could hold in my arms and announce my affections to. Apparently I'm wasting poetry on narratives of smoking in the rain.
Kill me quickly.