I tell him to go deep.
Deep into my soul

I tell him to go harder.
To break down my walls

I tell him to go faster.
I needed our ******

All that's said and done.
I lay here legs shaking & out of breath.
Exhausted
Now I'm alone.
He did all that work.
Built me up.
*Just to leave me to pick up my pieces

///

*we can’t see that the null has a space
one day we will see it face to face
you are waiting here for that call
now we are trying to cross on that high wall

and who is calling thee?
you will not be right here
when I will be there on the line
spaces will keep us when our body will be fine

they will be checked out our passport,
then i will know,
i have no visa at all
and all my false will curse
so I will not get the pass
there will be only the holy verse

again, I hear who are calling thee?
today, he is standing alone on the no man’s land
i know, I did not make any real fund
and i will be bound to keep my passport on the empty hand

and who is calling thee?
where there is a lock I see
where is the key?
who is moving and where is she?
may be she is paying the fee

again the sound is playing for thee,
the end point null is the ultimate bar
when you will not think that the null point is an err
and you will not find any way to move so far
on the other hand they should be locked you into a Jar

do you know about the null think?
the null has an own existence that it will be shown

you are waiting at hell where I will be gone
when we should be punished
and then the judgment will be finished
where The Space of Null never be vanished

///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

She’s gone to sleep
Again, as she
Often does, but
This time on a
Train. Maybe she

Dreams of distant
Isles, bright sunshine
Beaches, clothed in
A bright green, ***
Gripping, skimpy

Bikini and
Surrounded by
To die for men,
Or maybe she
Dreams of her first

Date, the bought for
Her flowers, the
Big box of chocs,
The quick given
Kisses and the

Mismanaged ****
Or perhaps she
Dreams of the lost
Baby and the
Last long hold, or

Maybe she dreams
Of her husband
Beating her up
As he often
Did and leaving

Her out in the
Midnight’s cold, or
Perhaps she dreams
All these dreams in
Disorderly

Sequence like some
Nightmare show, all
Mixed up, drawn out
And slow. She’s gone
To sleep in a

Train, full of dark
Sorrow as she
Often is, so
Maybe she’ll not
Wake up again.