"As I lay, Resting my head on your bare chest. Running my fingers through and toying with your chest hair, Little did I know, That was possibly, the last night of my joy. The voices in my head had drowned. I had found my peace, or so I thought. The quiet night sky, Had begun to pour acid rain. That burned my skin, And scarred my soul. My silent warrior! Had stuck a dagger into my heart, A dagger that bore the poison Called truth... ©Lakshmi Menon "