I imagined my body broken just enough
to stop the feeling creeping up into my chest.

Repeated mistakes.
Once bitten twice shy.
I have these outbreaks because of the headache
you give.
There's been mistakes and heartbreaks,
but the problems that root
with disputes dealt with brute
make me wonder if life will remain unusually cruel.

The lies they denied reside in my mind.
And their words that replay
translate to the pain
that fail to explain
the hurt in my eyes when I smile or deny
how everything's fine.

I question myself and the things I've been told.
It's down another lonely road I go.
It's the ones you imagined would never hurt you or your soul.
Now I'm more than ever withdrawn.

See when day turns to night with the glow of moonlight
I beg as I cry that death just come by.
Cos the venom keeps spewing
and confusion gets growing
with the ongoing not knowing
whats happening around.

Everyone who prays are praying to be saved
yet despite having faith
we choose the path paved
with destruction and misbehavior.
Spaced out years on top of wasted youth
called for intervention which providentially provided enough proof of
Al-Wadud.

When you've been chained to the truth
but refrained from whats right
the effects of His affection have charms to cause soothe.

I've never come across a lucid flame like this before.
The further I go near the more I feel the force.
I know if I dare get any closer this is going to really hurt
because if you play with fire you’ll only get burnt.

If you're wanting to translate her hostile belligerence it simply comes down to misfortunate events.
She responds in a way so firmly reticent, which is frankly another survival coping mechanism.
See, when the assault comes to haunt with no received support,
she became nonchalant as a typical response.

Maybe the trauma of my past plays a part
Of the feelings in my heart that dont match my head.

And without prayer, one can't gain release.

I'm afraid you've become everything that you hate
Of this endless cascade which you wish to erase.
There's an escape at the end but first you must taste
The mistakes they created,
My dear it's called fate.

"Do I run from the madness or surrender my life?"
Former words that replay while he rests in his grave.
He tried to escape from the issues they made,
but returned to the premise,
betrayed by a blade.
Oh son of Adam, not a single soul should remain,
We've come to this world only to leave it one day.
Nothing will stay though we ought to meet one day,
And until that day I'll remember your tale.