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 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?