Kill the boy

He never looked beyond her eyes,
He just never could,
He's an old school guy who believes,
In love, as one should.

I remind him of his naivity,
Given the times,
The fool that he is, he says,
In an esoteric world, he sublimes.

I pray to God for this boy,
To not subject him to his scorn,
That this  boy may be killed,
For the man to be born. 

One night

She crawled on to his bed,

In the silence of the late night,

Caressing him for a while ,

She finally embraced him tight.

The union was now complete,

Gripped by an unknown hysteria.

He finally knew the feel of hers,

This bitch called Insomnia.

When the Sun rose,

He let out a silent prayer,

May she never come to him again,

Last night be their last together ever.