My eyes are burning,
fire talks to my soul
I am emptied of myself
there's no control.
I am cruel to myself,
you won't remember my words
until they become a story
and the legends are told.
I harbour a demon in me,
trying to make it a saint but
whenever we confront each other
there's no difference between a demon and a saint.
I will come singing, in tears,
would you not hear me wail!
I will come with my gory face,
see, before it turns pale.
There's fire in my eyes,
a fire that fuels the holocaust in me,
troubled I am, my creator;
uttering words that don't match,
filling the holes in my soul,
shedding tears I cannot control.
- Syed Rehan
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