Rahma Khalid Biography

Twisted mind, is absorbing my existence
Taking with it every heat in my soul
Remaining with a fragile heart
And an unclosed chest hole
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As I sit in this dark room
With nothing around but cruel coldness

I rise my lighter up and burn my dunhill
To make it the only thing shining in emptiness
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Demons of my room collected the bits,
Even they were screaming from the slits
And I keep looking for what it fits,
Nothing define me like deserted spirits
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Tell me,
Can I be an aid?
All I did was stare at the shelf
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Whomever they are,

They'd make the assumptions of mere depression
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