BXS : A spoken word
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    Yet, the west of me cries
Its June 18' and I'm stuck
    Rust colored box with the walls closing in 
    A crux, to my existence 
    Blank shapes seeping darker than my melanin 
The bell tolls - earsplitting
    Shattering and dragging away the unwilling silence      
    Now like its creatine that Ive injected, resurrected - pristine 
    I stand 
    A messiah 
    As the distance becomes smaller I'm forced to acknowledge my company 
Once again
    Face to face in this gradually confining space, there
    He stands - 
    My biggest enemy
    The man in the mirror 
Towering and unyielding
Uncharacteristically forbearing
Draped in velvet arrogance donning a helm of pride
Abhorring - menacingly imploring
My surrender
As the walls inch closer still
time waits for no man
there shall be space for just one
Alas, today is atonement
The second coming, and the mirage is undone
He is shattered and stained
In as much pain
    As I had hoped 
    
    It must be now, it must be here 
    I reach out and wrench the most jagged edge 
A crimson welcome awaits as my neck tingles
    One swift motion and silver slides on skin 
    
Finally?
    As land expands
    Sand beneath my feet
    There I stand - 
    The man in the mirror 
Pen in one hand and sword in the other
    My legacy dries as I put this pen to paper 
   -  Muneeb Naeem 
 
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