Drowning in the Rainroom

I watch her drain by, outside of the glass...
The yells fail to reach her, and she still tends to pass.
She said life could be nothing, attaining to want...
But now I want everything but to be nonchalant.

Reveries of melancholia; she forced into our love...
While the tears still crashed from the grey clouds above.
She kissed without a smile, her expression so inactive...
It was never was strange to us that we found it attractive.

For once in a nothing, we would unclothe on the floor.
Her body was breathless, and it begged for so much more...
We had sex like oranges, the sweat and blood heavy peeling...
The only thing I remember that she put into feeling.

I can still see her smile, when it rarely came out...
By the portrait she lies, with happiness devout.
I wonder if she can hear me, somewhere outside the room...
Her eyes shut like the coffin, and down with my swoon.