Come to Allah before your grave calls your name,
before your breath stops,
before your soul is snatched.
You think you've got time?
Wallahi, time is leaving you every second.
Don't wait for Friday.
Don't wait for Ramadan.
Run to Allah today.
Say ameen in the comments and follow the second one.
The night begins,
the world goes numb.
Before the wide asleep,
we burn like circuits in the deep.
One last spark before we fade,
lost in data we've both made.
Before the wide asleep,
hold me in the sound we keep.
When the noise turns into dreams,
we'll fall apart at the seams.
Your messages,
they blink then die.
Pixels *** beneath the sky.
The city's size, pulse runs slow.
Neon veins begin to glow.
Every truth we tried to send loops again.
It never ends.
Love that lived in hidden streams now
drifts away like dying beams.
And maybe we were just a spark
too bright to last
inside the dark.
Before the wide asleep,
we burn like circuits in the deep.
One last spark before we fade,
lost in data we've both made.
Before the wide asleep,
hold me in the sound we keep.
When the noise turns into dreams,
we'll fall apart
at the seams.
Close your eyes, the static hums.
A coded heart still beating drums.
If silence speaks, then let it be a
requiem for you and me.
You and me.
Before the wide asleep.
Before the wide asleep.
Before the wide asleep.
Before
the wide asleep, we drift where echoes weave.
No goodbye,
no voice,
no flame,
just ghosts remembering our names.
Before the wide asleep,
in the dark a shadow breathes.
And as the current fades to gray,
I'll dream of you.
Until the wires awake.