A twisted roast;
with a contorted face
of agony that most
blur just to taste.

God’s wrath beat fires
through the muscles
of impetuous liars.
Beaming pink like jewels

and impaling the fools
that build podgy prizes
of blood filled sacred pies.
Just for the masses.

Now prodding blackened fat
with a spitting adulation
caressing their tongue
on delicate tender tissue

courtesy of your virtue,
just six months and a quarter
cuz i'm just a pig who
lost life to the slaughter.

Will you love me when all that's left of me are my scars?
Will you love me when dark blinds my eyes?

Will you still love me when I become only a dry shell of a girl I used to be?
Tell me,
Will you love me
When my eyes start to leak a flowing river just when you are about to burst with flames?

Will you love me at night when I simply don't know how to love you back?
Would you love me if I told you that soon I will become your other half you will learn to hate so **** much?
Will you love me?
Because I think
I can't
Even
Love
Myself.

Her soul,
captivated by darkness.
It lies at the end of a dark road,
leading to nothing.
Her mind is trapped in a steel cage with no lock.
She's helpless.
Her screams are echoes
flowing with the wind.
She is unheard.
Her body is paralyzed
with the feeling of heavy chains around her limbs.
She is trapped,
consumed by a lingering darkness.

Alone.
She's  alone as her mind races on a never ending track.
Voices of all shapes & sizes fill her head, as the tinny tiny original at the back of her mind screams for peace & tranquility.
She is alone.
Alone in her room as the blood drips from her wrist.
"You can talk to me about anything" they say.
But what can a "talk" solve for a human in this state of mind?
Depressed.
Things in the dark don't always come to light, in fact some things are better left in the dark.
The imagery in her head cannot be spoken in words, it is something that has to be seen to even slightly understand.
Even then,we start to believe our eyes are deceiving us.
Quiet.
Certain things are better left unsaid, words can lead to chaos.
Quiet.
Is what she remains when they question her.
Answering questions from those "above her" can only lead her to more sorrow.
So
She
Is
Alone.

I closed my eyes,
Watching blood streams flowing from me.
My body felt lighter than ever.
My veins felt emptier than ever.
My skin felt barer than ever.
My heart felt slower than ever.
My soul felt stronger than ever.
Watching blood streams flowing from me,
I closed my eyes.

I was alone.
I was fine.
The artist happened,
Taught me life on Canvas.
I fell in love.
He left me in vain.
The hunter happened,
Taught me life in Wild.
I fell in love.
He left me in pain.
The teacher happened,
Taught me life of Words.
I fell in love.
He left me insane.
The writer happened,
Taught me life with Ink.
I fell in love.
He left me drained.
The NoFace happened,
Taught me life,
I fell in love.
He left me dead.

Some are fake,
Some are true,
Amidst the many
you see around you,
There is something
hidden within too,
So....Be True
BE YOU.

When troubles and worries fill your life,
And you are in search of some divine light,
Call unto him and seek solace,
For he is the most merciful full of grace!

~Farheen zehra