Someday you’ll wake up next to her and you will feel the same way you woke up alone,
Someday you will stand in the front of the ocean with hands folded and knees trembling,
Someday your skin’ll be marred with fingernails of a face that you can’t see.
Someday a rebellious gypsy will refuse to abandon your silence and you’ll be homeless forever.
Some nights the wild silhouettes of her will dance on your ceilings and all over your face.
Some nights you will see lights flickering and your heart speaking gibberish.
One day all the venom will wash away
Your skin left all scarlet,
One day all her hounds would runaway
Your sanity abut the forest ruins.