By Ahmad Morid (IG: @patr.onofthearts)
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The fog, once miles away now hides all the life outside my empty mosque
the only thing staring me back are 7 deers with their eyes in direct contact with mine
There is an altar for a demon inside this empty sanctuary
Not good or bad, just misunderstood
It moved houses a few years ago because I got aware of his existence
“Why did you invade, why couldn’t you just let me be” I ask with bits of my essence falling from my eyes
“I was born with you, whether you were conscious of it or not”
“It’s not my fault people hate my ways” he says
I try to brave the fog, I open the doors and bolt
But threads of my soul have knitted themselves to him they stretch and stretch but pull me back
I resent him but he doesn’t hate me
I came out the womb with him implanted in me
I should be more understanding
the only thing staring me back are 7 deers with their eyes in direct contact with mine
There is an altar for a demon inside this empty sanctuary
Not good or bad, just misunderstood
It moved houses a few years ago because I got aware of his existence
“Why did you invade, why couldn’t you just let me be” I ask with bits of my essence falling from my eyes
“I was born with you, whether you were conscious of it or not”
“It’s not my fault people hate my ways” he says
I try to brave the fog, I open the doors and bolt
But threads of my soul have knitted themselves to him they stretch and stretch but pull me back
I resent him but he doesn’t hate me
I came out the womb with him implanted in me
I should be more understanding