The cold wind harshly caressed your feet
Its two am in the morning
You are there by the verandah
Glad you’ve seen the new day,
As fresh as it is,
You buy some more time before going to bed
So you don’t think of her once asleep
When you finally lock the door
You lock her memory with the night hounds
To listen to their mournful howls
As you drift to a dreamless world
A world that will stop existing
When you open your eyes
Some nights you’ll dream of her
A nightmare of course
Because you’ll dream of her making love
To another man
And you reach for your sword
And slash his manhood
And pierce his heart
And then the heinous crime wakes you up
Its four am, and you begin thinking of her
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