Mohammad Nazzal's Writings
HUSH Bouncing off the walls of my exile.. Thoughts clash.. In a lightless lifeless culpable temple, they fight their own existence, with such persistence, and then, clash.. Echoes all around.. Countless voices making the same lame sound.....
Back in the days.. When I used to be.. alive... I used to be a lyricist and a guitarist for a band made of... close friends... That's in the past... Now.. I get to write down whatever my filthy demons dictate..