Ayesha Tulkubra

Heard the gunshots, I guess they're here.
Well equipped with all the weapons.
People dying here and there.
Screaming aloud, calling them demons.
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Let me admire the moon tonight.
For if I were not blessed with sight,
It had not been beuteous in the night.
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In my arms,
Cold bodied he lied.
The agony of his pain,
He could not hide.
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How should I make you see?
That what you've done to me.
The veins of my heart trickle.
I try to close them
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I greeted your smile with a bit of laugh.
You said we are dreamers in a dream of serenity.
I drew you on page, sheltered you from my rage.
Like a bird cradles in a golden cage.
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As I walked through this dark alley,
I looked for a man.
But he's the servant of light.
A shadow out of sight.
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My pensive hours conceal my secrets.
They hold the offences and my regrets.

But also capture the world, I assume
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One glorious morning I opened my eyes to see.
My room's window permitting in autumn's breeze.

Kicked off the quilt, jumped out of the bed.
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Dawn came so cruel.
A dagger of light.
Slashing perversively,
The pearl of night.
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Saw a picture burning red.
Standing back, sensed trouble ahead.

Flames shooting up to skies.
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'Love', It's meaning I never understood.
Until I found myself under its hood.

Somehow I drew near it irresistibly.
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Again I'm down this road.
With a plenty to smoke.
But I'm not the rust to corrode.
Got my guns loaded this time in my cloak.
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I told them I can't sleep, through the nights I weep.
They hiss in my ear, calling me to their land.
I've seen the veiled damsels with nails like claws.
They caress my face, sketching a web of scars.
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An ocean of blood.
That's my World.
An effort to swim,
The vision growing dim
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I'm blessed with a treasure of my thoughts

In the dark when it crawls
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My brain cells are dead and I lost my head.
Coals swallowed by me were blazing red.
My heart was targeted by a single dart.
I can't deny, It's an appreciable art.
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when I'm close to nature.
It winds around.
Concealing me under its curvature.
Clicking thoughts, popping imagination.
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A little glimpse of yours makes me miraculously crazy.
Your attractive complexion appears as a blooming, gleaming daisy.
You're the only one in my thoughts even I'm busy.
Yet you've left but dreams of you rush as soon as I feel snoozy.
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I taste blood in my throat and weight on my heart.
The air enslaved in my lungs and its hard to discard.
The ribs clinch so tightly, I fear they might shatter.
Like a mirror crashing in to splinters.
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A bullet straight through the head.
Death is likely to be wed.
Look at your face.
You say, it's stained in disgrace.
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