Festival of fever

by Muran   Mar 11, 2012


I never thought he is going to stuck me to the bed,
He beaten me with my overconfidence on my health,
It started with taking unusual quantity of water at night,
I counted every hour at night, hour by hour,
Being alone made me more vulnerable,
My intuitions never going wrong, he was waiting,
I was just slipping into sleep at early morning,
Then I felt somebody is tightening my neck,
Throat is soaring, breath is chocking,
At the bleak of my sight, I saw your face.

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