Suspended کے بول

Crown wearing Contradiction Closed, open doors Behind these walls Trails to dust Bile you swallow Resounding in My deep sleep Too close to them Suspended Awakened by A deep splash, cold He’s coming near Heavy dawn Lines of eyes Over my head I am still the Barking dog Too close to them Suspended Stench of dreams Absorbing, made flesh Proclaiming the newborn blood Impatient, hungry Let all waste Keys align And you disperse Fields of waves Pointing to their graves Tears of coal Trace maps with swords Weight of rays Coming near, damp black Bitter blowing Through your skull Too close to them Suspended