She makes me feel like shit
Five days out of six,
The seventh is for a God
She doesn't believe anymore

On the days left, just the one,
I can't blink when I think of her,
It's an 'aweful' thing, the mind,
I know I am a fool for a 'feind' -

But, would you please show yourself, ghost?
I've succumbed to your sensory cloak
So, would you please show yourself, ghost?
I've succumbed to your sensory cloak

~ Ruzlan Islam

Dichotomy (ft. mubtasim)

They all sound the same,
All aching souls
Haunting is your sound
It echos in time, stuck in reverse
 
I beg for it to find,
Some meaning or purpose
But it's always been so oblivious of it's sins

A storm starts with cries of something sleeping
Grey clouds, they play along with them
Singing - everything withers away
When the clock strikes twelve, all magic fails
Even old magic fades

~ Ruzlan Islam

Oblivious (ft. mubtasim)

Credits:
Guitars - Mubtasim Fuad Ahsan, Omar Sadab Chowdhury
Cover Art - Farhat Anan

To my sentient mannequin (ft. 31 Bridgeport)

My writings, the way I hear them in my head.

From Dhaka, Bangladesh

OrikRuzlan