An image of a man,
I saw standing in the dark,
A stench of perfume,
I smell and got flashbacks.
A flashback of times,
When I cry to sleep,
Beaten to my bones,
With bruises that bleeds.
An image of a man,
So Cursed and lonely,
Unhuman on this land,
He had it all and lost it finally.
A man who kills his love,
Will have his love killed,
And never will get the love,
He once have to be relived.
An image of such man,
Do not deserve any love,
He should be left with the mad,
Burning and suffer without any at all.
Should you see him,
Don't even bother,
Avoid his eyes,
It can kill you.
-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts
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