Wednesday, 2 January 2013

Self Harm

Your skin is sliced into
A thousand pieces of life
Fall into blood ridden palms
So this is it a sharpened blade
Pain that breathes with the limbs
Your blood is same colour as mine
But it is ultimately the soul that defines
The state of our twisted minds pushing
Towards an oblivion where the warmth
Of blood against the wrists is the only thing worth
Living an inferno, desiring ever more behind those eyes
Is such turmoil, blackness seeping into everything else her
Smile it's a lie , her life is the warm up before hell consuming
But never filled, never found, never truly lived or opened ears
To a sound thats calling your soul to eternity
There are scars on your heart that need to heal
Questions to be answered why, you and now and I
Beckon towards peace of mind uncut
A natural inclination , too much forgetting
Don't you remember, this addiction  of insanity
Your holding on for an answer
To an unasked question lost amongst the misery

And whoever turns away from My remembrance - indeed, he will have a depressed life, and We will gather him on the Day of Resurrection blind."
Surah Taha

Those who have believed and whose hearts are assured by the remembrance of Allah . Unquestionably, by the remembrance of Allah hearts are assured."
Those who have believed and done righteous deeds - a good state is theirs and a good return.

Surah Ar-Ra'd

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1 comment:

  1. that one made me almost want to cry