She takes every second of my life
Making me his slave

I free myself from the powerful leash
But her voice is stronger than the chain

Like a cancer she spreads without stopping
Getting sick my heart and my soul

She burns inside me and I can't feel anything else
She burns violently and I can't see anywhere else

unearth the truth
Break the mirror of lies where you observe yourself every day
and violently cry.

I am a
nuisance
I bother
Everybody
No one
Likes me
Everyone
Hates me
I do no
Good
I do nothing but
Bad
Why am I still
Alive
When I deserve to be
Dead?

We are fleas that live in the ***,
We think we own the dog.
We fight fleas that live in the head,
We bomb fleas that seem different
Only to us,
For the dog we are all a nuisance.
Fleas that create songs
And flags
To celebrate their portion,
Living in the *** seems better,
Some prefer the ears,
I choose to roam.
I dream with other dogs
Maybe cats.
We are fleas
That destroy their dog host.
Perhaps this dog needs a bath.

This ***** world is full of deception
Where people sell faith for pennies
Fake people play sincere is but none
Mockery opens just crease by crease

I do not know why people play *****
Why virtue fails and vice dominates
Good are imprisoned bad is but free
World is but a ***** which fascinates

All relations are sham ready to haunt
Step by step play but with innocence
Try to dominate reality with the tricks
This is what is called public nuisance

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

Being alone
is not that bad
A peace of mind you have at last
Sometimes
People are such a nuisance
That I wish to withdraw from them
Alone I can do nothing
But I could be in relief from other people's expectations

These voices won't leave me alone.
They praise me,
then make fun of me.
They envy me,
and then call me a ******.
I'm not an *******,
and I try not to be.
I don't try to be kool.
but that's the impression,
they seem to get from me.
Even when alone,
they plague me.
Even when my thoughts make sense,
they somehow crumble apart.
Logic attempts to guide me,
delusions get in the way.
"They don't exist,"
I tell myself.
Then what are they,
and what the **** do they want?

Pardon me, but is something amusing you?
Must you mock everything I say and do?
Do you treat everyone you pass this badly?
Didn't anyone teach you how to behave properly?

One night, I could've sworn I heard you crying.
And yet you were still effing and blinding.
When in God's name will you mend your ways?
You're driving yourself to an early grave!