Reasonably Untitled

She desperately wants for closure,
but it would ruin her composure;
And you know,
She likes to be the most made up one there.

So she sinks,
and she weeps.
On a floor made up of
Sentimental creaks
And watches how the dust floats in the air.

How hopeless it would be to pray,
As dusk comes, she goes on to say:

"Pardon me for thinking,
You might have taken to drinking
up the lies,
That wash away the tears.."

"Fear me!"
She screams.

"Lifeless, in me.
My conscious,
Who dies, but yet still yearns."
For a life better lived.
Choices better made.

For something, beyond the omniscience of love.

This mouth was made for drinking
And this mind was made for thinking,
That this soul was made for nothing,
and this body's sole purpose
Was to live and be worthless,

For the rest of this tragic eternity.