- in the name of Allah -

color me Red already

it's true, my blood when it bleeds, same as any other when it's seen, a deep red, flowing from exit without prejudice, but the color isn't just part of the biological scheme, mostly it's from a cavern of the heart, keeping in it all your remnants, pieces of a jigsaw puzzle waiting to be resurrected. anticipation or madness, twinned heavenly aspects orbiting me in ever-slight shades of sadness, sometimes His rope I turned into a chain, fashioned in the past over forges of ignorance and apathy, but Allah's mercy and grace dominated my every dimension and plane, so the forges cooled to stillness, mirroring you to blessing in intent and purpose, instead of heat to punish the self it become fuel to burn for Heaven over Hell. the veins in the soul, the ducts of the eyes, in this life they'll never cease, they'll never be closed, as mechanisms releasing what's inside, to carve with their fluids through rocks of Earth, rivers in Firdaus as a place they long to go.