Second Thoughts

 

I keep fighting against myself answering I am not a doll , I am not dead yet , still I smell the life around me

The devils are whispering in my ears , recalling me of my unforgiven sins , their breath is on fire , it almost burns my spirit

I am walking dead , indifferent to my steps that lead me towards my deep , dark grave

Chains bind me , I have not yet dared to take them off , although they are the cause of my death , but they are my savior

Prisonning the evil soul inside , settling down the malignant intentions , edifying the self to strive for benevolent

I don't know myself anymore , tell me mirror , who am I ? Poison or antidote , sweet or bitter , I am very afraid , I am hidding this mysterious identity

And on this mortal journey , I would like to slip off this veil .
Written by ; Hajar Belhachmi