His way

As your pillow kisses you goodnight,
and the darkness sweeps the light,
Do you hear that rhythm of hers,
as it beats on you like a curse,

As your eyes loses its sight,
and the wrong gorges the right,
Do you smell the blood of hers,
as it drips down like tears,

"Shut it out!"
"Shut it out!"
You scream.
"Let me fall back into my dream."

"For she can wait,
what's with this haste?"
"My heart will care,
when she's despaired."

His way - By Charlene Lim