I tire of every worthless breath that I take in and take out,
Of every worthless heartbeat as it vibrates within my chest,
Of every single action that I commit in sin,
Of blaming everything evil I do on evil Jinn.
I tire of listening to my evil, desirous voice,
Of looking at my bad habits and feeling as if I haven’t a choice
But to abide to every little whisper of my own little Devil,
And to tread a path Satan himself would see as too evil.
I look at the mirror, and I see my eyes as dehumanized and dull.
I reminisce at the days when these two used to grow tearful,
At the sound of the majestic words of the Almighty God.
Now these eyes are empty, this mind is burnt, and this heart is dead cold.
Like a drinking drunkard drowning in a bottle of gin,
These hands of mine lead me to my own demise.
I tire of repenting just to go back to sin again,
I wish to never commit that which the Righteous despise.
God help me, I’m tired.
Of every worthless heartbeat as it vibrates within my chest,
Of every single action that I commit in sin,
Of blaming everything evil I do on evil Jinn.
I tire of listening to my evil, desirous voice,
Of looking at my bad habits and feeling as if I haven’t a choice
But to abide to every little whisper of my own little Devil,
And to tread a path Satan himself would see as too evil.
I look at the mirror, and I see my eyes as dehumanized and dull.
I reminisce at the days when these two used to grow tearful,
At the sound of the majestic words of the Almighty God.
Now these eyes are empty, this mind is burnt, and this heart is dead cold.
Like a drinking drunkard drowning in a bottle of gin,
These hands of mine lead me to my own demise.
I tire of repenting just to go back to sin again,
I wish to never commit that which the Righteous despise.
God help me, I’m tired.
