They say, “ARTIST IN YOU IS NOW DEAD”
A murder held in your head
With all black and all red
Collapsing your thoughts till the bad
Is really artist in me dead?
Leave that pen away from your hand
No one will gonna give you a damn!
Those shitty words make no sense
No metaphors, not even arranged
Out of the verse, look so worse
Just quit it man! Not your work
Is really artist in me dead?
Stopped all! Let me do
Let me write
Let me fight
From my hypes
I’ll gonna throw you the words
Make your all six sense blurred
But they say, “ARTIST IN YOU IS NOW DEAD”
By Hamna Khan
