I'd wish that
Faisal would
wake up
From his deep
Slumber
And come back
To me
But he only visits
Me in the dreams
Will he come back
From the land of the dead

I am going
To be s punk
Until my heart
Stops

I am going to
Be a goth
Until
My heart
Stops

I am going
To be a muslim
Until the very
Moment
My heart stops

I am afriad
Of what awaits
Me
Behind my
Eyelids
As a fall
Asleep
Be it friend or foe

There was a woman
Named shawna
Who preached fornication
Over knowledge
She went for a walk
In a spooky forest
And then an eye popped out
She walks through the eye
And finds herself in hell
As that was the eye of god

As i write
In my room
In the dark
I hear an beautiful
Sad
And haunting
Song
I try to figure
Out where its coming
From by my iPad and phones
Are charging
This is the work
Of a ghostly
Siren

You son of *****
You said you would avoid that
Site
And underage girls
Stupid *******
This is the end of you
As I get out my katana
And end you right then and there
******* enjoy the fire
As you cry out
In pain
For your *******

When started dating this
Jamaican
Guy
Who i should have known
Had serious issues
Had hurt my daughter
On numerous occasions
The first complaint
From the girl
Was the last I saw of
Her
She was turned into
**** chicken
But the chicken was human
Meat.
**** Chicken?

I know I have found
My soul mate
Through Faisal
Because we
Had many a thing in common
Other than Islam
Though that is what
Made our love
Grow

When will the moon
Devolpes human like
Eue shape and eye lashes
As God
Watches
Man destroy
Themselves silves in
Such gruesome matters

Love is the
One of the worse
Tortures
As it is sweet
And you don't feel the
Pain until it crushes
You to death

Seven heavens
Says  the quran
But two gory
Hell says buddha
Which has the most compassion
The one with 7 paradises  or the one with two horrific hells
Where blood smells like
Sugar
I know that I smell the hells
Every night
For some odd reason
But know I am heaven bound
As i walk the line

I hear his
Loving accented
Voice say
Elena Mustafa
Please come back to
Me
Forget that I did anything immoral
Its says
Come back to me
Then
I recognize
The disembodied voice
As my beloved faisal
Who is pleading
From beyond the grave
My heart aches
For him

In my day dreams
I believe I am
In paradise
Or better yet
Japan
When the cherry blossoms
Are full blast
With beauty
And i sm wearingba beautiful kimono
With a dangerous
Samurai sword

I don’t know
Why I listen to *******
Rap
When I am sad
Or stressed
But alas I do
***??!!

These Crimson tears
I begin to shed
Are not the result of
A virus
Or bacteria but from
Being plagued and haunted
By my horrific past
The first two years of my life
Tortured by islamic jihadis
The adoptive mother could give
A **** less
Being bullied for my
Past and
Blood
Broken relationships
These Crimson tears
Are the result of
Years of torture

I find
That dreams
Are your ******* meter
To measure your
Stress levels
The wieder the dream
And
The more stress you have in your
Life
Don't worry
As it meNs your alive
The same as pain

The city of dreams
Not talking about
NYC
Or
LA
But the very mind that rests
Between your ears

As the witching haour
Approaches
I hear the
Voice
Of my form beloved
Saudi
Prince
Who ended his life
Because of my actions
These loving voices wake
Me from the deepest sleep
Making me alert as a dog