My lungs
They're made of metal
Artificial
Weak
Wailing

My heart
Is full of stitches
Broken
Irreparable
Failing

My mind
Filled with holes
Present, past, and future
Muddled
Troublesome
Ailing

You can help me?
Please
You're not
Who I'm looking for
And so
I keep
Sailing

I am waiting
quietly observing

silently hoping
to be surprised

to hear good tidings
I am waiting

to learn that reason
will suffice

always aware yet
scarcely prepared

for what may come
with the new day's rise

in trepidation
I am waiting

I saw myself in a wide green garden, more beautiful than I could begin to understand. In this garden was a young girl. I said to her, "How wonderful this place is!"

"Would you like to see a place even more wonderful than this?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I answered. Then taking me by the hand, she led me on until we came to a magnificent palace, like nothing that was ever seen by human eyes. The young girl knocked on the door, and someone opened it. Immediately both of us were flooded with light.

Only Allah knows the inner meaning of the maidens we saw living there. Each one carried in her hand a serving-tray filled with light. The young girl asked the maidens where they were going, and they answered her, "We are looking for someone who was drowned in the sea, and so became a martyr. She never slept at night, not one wink! We are going to rub funeral spices on her body."

"Then rub some on my friend here," the young girl said.

"Once upon a time," said the maidens, "part of this spice and the fragrance of it clung to her body -- but then she shied away."

Quickly the young girl let go of my hand, turned, and said to me:

"Your prayers are your light;
Your devotion is your strength;
Sleep is the enemy of both.
Your life is the only opportunity that life can give you.
If you ignore it, if you waste it,
You will only turn to dust."

Then the young girl disappeared

I have a lot of pain left inside me and if I don’t come out with it it’s going to be the end of me,

I’ve left crying the last resort and giving up is what I come to at the shortest end,

I’m not sure of what the **** they want me to say,

Ask me simple minded questions and I’ll give you an okay,

I’m too busy worrying about what they’ll think of me,

How the words just fall off of my tongue so vividly,

I’m losing my mind so lividly,

Crashing to the depths of my mind on my own two feet,

No one can blame the innocent me,

That’s trapped up in closets surrounded by fallacies,

I can’t help the fact I know no wrong,

I know that everything is not so wrong,

Like me,

I’m here for everyone except me,

Put me first,

Love me, love me first,

I’m dying here with a love thirst, Love me,

Leave me,

I’m dying of thirst