I remember you like
I miss my habits.
I remember how you became
One of my habits.
I remember how I used
To drink your blood.
Your blood to me was like
Green tea to others -
Made me feel fresh and light.
I forgot till when you
Were hung there -
Naked and Bloody.
It had become my habit
To pull you down,
Rape you and drink
The blood that came
Out from your pain
And then hook you back
To that wall.
My thirst for drinking
Your blood was like
A snowball effect -
Rapidly increased
Each passing day.
And then, one sudden day,
You fought back from nowhere -
Stabbed me and cut
My manhood down.
Years and decades have
Passed since then
And I still didn't find any
Alphabet to describe that day.
But that day,
I saw the Phoenix.
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