The evening was lovely, a little wind
Was brushing against my body and soul.
My hair under moon had color like wine
Yours, indeed, looked like coal.

I remember the way your voice sounded,
You whispered, afraid of breaking silence.
I froze as your speech suddenly ended
When you showed me all of your violence.

I came home late, wounded and bruised Greeting my parents with widest smile,
But begging quietly for being soothed.
Pain! My pain became stronger after a while.

You showed me care in drastic measures
Hurting me over and over again.
Your hand on my cheek feels like razors
You promised to care for me, but when?

Time passes, you’re becoming menacing.
Former deep eyes of yours now blank,
They’re killing me, slowly torturing!
At that moment my heart terribly sank..