The Fathomless Ritual

Every day I wake up but yet myself in the midst of another dark night .
lost within myself . Dying every minute i live ....and reborned .
I cant stand this hell, I feel...
Its like being sucked into an infinite portal .
Its like walking on an egg shell .
Its like feeling the rain on my face and letting the tears mix with it .
Its like dancing on the edge of a razor ...... bleeding myself , 
and yet going on and on ......


~i m an angel without wings , a devil without horns 
I call myself 'EvilSaint' and the world starts to scorn
They label me and call me insane ,
Hung me on a cross or want me slain .

~from cradle to the grave I roam .
Smashing my head on every stone .
Death doesnt want me to live .
Life doesnt want me to die .

~the stranger in the mirror is whom I must deal .
he tells me of the scars that wont heal .
he speaks but not with words , he cries but not with tears .
the truth is always bitter and thats what he fears . 

~i live I sleep I breath I lie 
On the stony reign I lay 
Not knowing where to go roaming in the unknown .
Struggling within myself trying to kill the pain .

I stare at the mirror and grip the paper weight tight ,
and with one large blow the mirror is shattered below my feet .
I laugh .... I have finally killed the stranger .
I then turn around to start my search for another paper weight ,
another mirror and another stranger ......
for yet another fathomless ritual .

Poet : Sikander Razzaq