Loveplay

The scene is set,
for love's caress,
it touches now,
a couple in distress,
they inhale love with every breath,
but even love can be bitter,
when laced with death.

His girl is dieing,
and cancer's the whore,
it should tear them apart,
but their love is pure,
it would tear her apart,
if she hurt him any more,
and it's tearing him apart,
that he can't find a cure.

Kisses tainted,
by the aroma of foreboding,
plans fade,
as does the future they were molding.

The day is upon them,
love palpitates in the air,
she's breathing too slowly,
he runs his hands through her hair,
gently, her hand moves to his chest,
there she feels an object that causes duress,
from his pocket, a razor,
she looks on with dread,
his intentions are clear now,
the thoughts clear in her head,
she doesn't want him to do this,
but before she can express it, she's dead.

The love play is finished,
the theater appalled,
except the play is not fiction,
the theater a hospital,
blood on the drapes,
the man took his life,
razor in hand,
her face reflects in his eye,
slit on his wrist,
so he could stay with his bride,
this tragic scene,
a love suicide.

by SinnerIndeed
posted on 02/19/2008