Have you ever woken up at 2am unable to breathe because your paralyzed by your own thoughts?
No?
Then before you lay down your harsh judgment understand, that you will never understand, who I am.

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep on your bathroom floor because you couldn't bear to face the world?
No?
Then before you inject me with your poisonous words understand that I may never recover.

Have you ever hated yourself so much that you took a blade to your skin because you felt you had no choice?
No?
Then before you stab me with your words understand that I may already be bleeding.

Someday soon we will be passing praise instead of judgment

© Matthew Harlovic

I'm around too many people that are too obsessed with their bodies.
I'm afraid of being too skinny. I'm afraid of being too fat.
Molded into the right shape by the wrong society.
Pinching your tummy fat between sickly fingers with manicured nails painted blood red.
Your power lies in your body.
Men desire us
So we ought to be optimally desirable.
Inject fat from your *** into your lips
And give us a big sloppy kiss.

During the day a smile will get me by
Let me hide the darkness I hold inside
I'll pretend that I am meant to be with the living
When the sun is up I'll live the double life a while longer
But with the living is now where I belong

In the cemetery
6 feet below is where my name is marked
In there cemetery
Where I don't have to explain the feeling on the inside
Where I'll never have to hide the darkness inside of me
I'll smile in the sunlight for a little longer
Try to make it the real me
But the cemetery is where I truly belong
6 feet under where I don't have to explain the darkness inside
In the cemetery
Where the only judgment around me is my own
That's where I belong

I mean to go through life like I mean to live
The stories say that we aren't meant
To be happy and free
Engineering a means of surviving
Bending our wits in hopes of thriving

We will never be
We will never be
Shut it down
The evidence claims otherwise
Sealed the fate of the dying
Freedom is reminded
That no entity has the power

I mean to go through life like I mean to live
The stories say that we aren't meant
To be happy and free
Engineering a means of surviving
Bending our wits in hopes of thriving

Dominate your lives
Work work work
Against the man
I will fight for you
Who is worth living for?
You told me we were good
I believe in you
Do you believe in me?

///

*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 but a waste,’ some might say,
The antiquated demons perched
Atop her ***** shoulder,
howl those words effortlessly.
Oh, how they mock her; a doomed admonition-
A pitiful, wretched villain
Incapable of standing still.

‘She’ll rob you blind,’ they might whisper,
From the highest peak of their
pedestals and podiums,
Scrutinizing her wiggles and writhes, ruthlessly.
Oh, how they taunt her; a mirrored representation of ego-
A reputed captivation ******, sober but for now
Idly biding her time

‘She’s insane!’ they’ll declare,
Lounging in their Queen Annes,
Finalizing her score, most offensively.
Oh, how they wallop her; casting pebbles from their pristine form-
Upon the ribbed web of her spiritual coop
Faust, lying in wait.

‘aha!’ they’ll proclaim
From the rusted thrones of purity
Tallying her blunders to the nth.
How they scream through bitten tongue
Into that, what is left of her vitality
Cascading into degradation
Feeding her indignation
Gripping her last temptation

God will not seek thy race,
Nor will He ask thy birth:
Alone He will demand of thee
'What hast thou done on earth?'

When call thee,
You should go
Whatever you are doing,
Immaterial,
Your friend can't  oppose it no longer
One must go,
left what he required earlier
throughout his life,
even If you immortal after passing
Carry all the credits when hurry,
at the time of judgment calls you.

  @ Musfiq us shaleheen