Pouring down buckets

Some hearts beat erratic and some erotic..does that make one dramatic and the other toxic..and upon the decipher who judges logic.maybe just so you can spite her intricate the project..replicate their closet..reinvest in the causes..most trying times of life seem to come with applauses..with no one to pause it..not even stall it..feeds on your soul no light at the banquet..ever so cold no one offers blanket.. nothing but sadness in all of her portraits.. soul broken down into to many spirits..bravest of hearts horrified in her thicket..I pray that one day compassion visits..it's raining on her and pouring down buckets..