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Jimmy Solanki Feb 2014
Its too dark in here
And I can't seem to escape
The burden created
All let off on my nape
While the soulless go on quietly

And as we slowly march on now
Sunshine from our hearts bellows
A warcry never heard before
Of the Flood of Mutiny

See the blinding flash
The ray of hope falling around
And I can feel the rush
As though the sirens sound
The doorstep of destiny

Over the meadows that I played
All the sunshine, all the rain
All that made our life worthwhile
Taken from us

All the things I loved and lost
All the things I want back now
You know how you feel inside
As the sirens sound
For the Flood of Mutiny
Ali Qureshi Jan 2018
They hear the crescendos,
All the highs and the lows,
Never do they notice
That I–
Am a soulless piece of music.


The hurt, and the dirt
On my feet and my shirt.
Never do they notice,
It ends–
Even before it all begins.


© Ali Qureshi
Been on a long hiatus,
might just be gone for a while again.
Who knows?
Eyes so wasted
Hearts so entwined in the arms of a demon
And the soulless divide
In the conquering needless
In the delicate realm
Where no ones left lonely
And we are all in the dark
And no one begins
And no one shall find
Just the Airbled injustice
And the criminal silence
Shroud of deep greivance
Sinister breath
How he warms me with deadly
And grave hunts the rest
How the palate is shredded
Wood and chemical lather
Deepest regrets
That reside in no person
Sin
And strangling depth
Drastic perception
Ridiculous tread
The world of our making
Is raliently dead
How vacuous the reach
And how grievous the hold
Your beyond unforgiven
And less than you know

— The End —