There’s a gash on my hand

Tried to grasp like a man

A viable notion that I had

That you needed my heart wrenching love

But I’m not a man, I’m mad

I’m a damn fool in jail

Bleeding profusely, why?

Ah, yes. I took out my sutures.

 I broke through your window?

I was sure you were beckoning me

Why would you call the police?

I love you, dear husband

Lets make love a hundred times again

What do you mean, you don’t know me?

No, I don’t want my meds!

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