Merak Magazine

Hazik Hakeem

Hazik Hakeem

Count of my Breath

I have been through mazes and hurt multiple times; The men I trusted Breaking me apart, The wrist’s been cut; And the bleeding hasn’t stopped. This path isn’t expanding, But I am making way to the oncoming, Back’s been patted…


I hardly believe in second chances. Once a cheater is always a cheater. You can frantically doubt my stances, Like I am standing in your way obscure. It’s purely my madness, Thinking of this cold blooded massacre, Disguised as a…