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unwritten

Edited by Nabiha Qureshi

my words i speak them

and sing all of me

i breathe them

with suffocating lungs

i stand in the middle of nowhere

and write them

i then break them and hide them

under a sad sunset

and all of the sepultures

could never paint my agony

when i bury my soul

in the fearful woods

i become the child of

rhymes that have never been

i am now death

behind the eyes of pain

i dance alone in the darkness

of silent nights

feeling the truths of

my prosaic drawings

tasting the bitterness of

this void once so sweet

silence, speak

speak for my blood is cold

speak for my heart is a lie

and my lungs are smoke

and i cannot leave my words

to the sun

i need to see feathers

writing my songs

i need to feel your sight

i need to be