You were my soul and your skin could be found in my blood.
You were the alpha and omega of my love script and the Pharoah of my heart.
Why have you slaughtered my joy in the midst of my enemies?
As you pointed the pointed sword toward the city of my heart,
My whole life fell on its invisible knees and pleaded in tears before your throne.
Yet, you disregarded the great moments we spent together as captivated couples.
You abandoned the affections we used to share in the midsummer night dream.

My love is now a residue, and hatred an ornament upon your heart.
You looked through my naked eyes which laid at the centre of the...