you should know better than sacking hopeless places,
it is no glorious feat:
white hands,
erecting flags in the wounds of a pagan soil;
i wish i could've returned to dust right then.
white hands,
caressing softly the marks left by your whip
on my skin — now, a blank sheet,
wide open for your kisses;
but by now, your tongue should've known that
papercuts wound all the same.

my chest had been a burial place
for the nights i couldn't name;
and tonight,
my heart wants to leave behind
the very tomb —
the very body you seized for yourself —
the very host to your planted flags
and romanesque cathedrals
and brothels,
and tonight will be the crusades
for all these captured, lovely ashes
and all these captured, lovely bones.

and into the wind i'll be scattered.
and into the wind i'll go.
and honey, you may think you have won the war

but this is the song waiting in the taverns
that women will sing for you back home.

There’s not much left,
other than a soft ash that covers the branches.
I could tell you it was angry,
I could tell you I’m covered in acid burns
Shaped like words, it hurts.

I could tell you the smoke filled my lungs
to the brim,
And left lesions of soot
across my low beating heart
At least everything is still.

There are no more leaves,
the only hum I hear
is the ringing in my ears,
and the tears,
are dry now, too.

I could tell you how comely
this all looks
The destruction, the debris-
but you deserve your own pity;
Abandon me with mine.

Whatever it takes,
I don't wanna be a fake
whoever dare's to tell me no!
I just mean for what I've to lost.
though,  somehow it couldn't give satisfaction most
you'd left me with a broken heart.
Still wishing you,
but cause unknown...

If I ain't enough of
If I ain't worthy of
I do deserve betray
for things mess up to.
cuz it's all about karma
eventually in end,
I’ll forget all somehow.
But mirror of your praise
torn apart long...

I could never decide whether to be forlorn
Or fill the void with fruitless ally.

Each sunrise that was witnessed by me,
I had to resolve, whether to exist or to live.

Day after day I had to find a way
To be adroit and ardent without going astray.

When my heart and mind were in utter chaos,
It was love that gave them tranquility.

My mind was a mere symbol of menace,
My heart an epitome of solace. ~Faiza Khan

I forgot that I know how to write,
Forgotten the flowery words.
I forgot what could be might,
Forgotten that I am broad.

I learned to forget and not care,
Learned to shove things away.
I learned to bear,
Learned in a hard way