At the last breath of the hour

It was an early dawn
He came banging my door
It woke me from a nightmare
Engulfed me solemnly with fear
The noise I could never bear
I peeped through the glasses
There he was, creeping in the grasses
With a bleeding heart in hand

At the last breath of the hour
He came in through the door
But slide off through the window
This' how he left his heart for mine
The only trace left behind
A bleeding heart
That'd created a scar in mind
               -forever-

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