Home Invasion



Back from the bar,

stumble on them,

there is someone in here.


Call the police,

sick of my sorrows,

I’ll deal with them tomorrow.


Tomorrow comes,

solitude is missing,

I felt a kiss on my soul.


Night falls,

fingerprints on thoughts,

get out of my heart.

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