Black Sabbath


Church bells. White flowers.
He wears a suit that we picked together.

Shaky hands. A nervous laugh.
He has an ominous look only I can decipher.

A fake smile. A last-minute cigarette.
He’s burning the 5-year pages we came to regret.

Loud honks. A fancy limousine.
He replays our memories scene by scene.

A father walking down the aisle. A blushing bride.
He’s searching for my familiar face on the groom’s side.

“We are gathered here today”. “For richer or for poorer”.
He can’t tell. Is this a wedding or a funeral?

Jesus on every wall. Matching rings.
He stares at her but looks at his everything.

The crowd is silent. The moment of truth.
His heart says no, but his lips say “I do”.

One final goodbye. One last handshake.
He’s convinced tradition is better than heartbreak.

“Mabrouk 3arees”. “3a2belak habibi”.
He’s the one that never was and never will be.






My incognito friend, thanks for making the visuals come to life.


11 thoughts on “Black Sabbath

  1. kab1200 October 18, 2015 / 6:04 am

    This is beautifully sad.

  2. Anicorn October 18, 2015 / 3:07 pm

    Perfection! Your art is now my wallpaper!

  3. vortexyass October 24, 2015 / 5:20 pm

    Wow. This brought tears into my eyes!

    • BeirutBoy November 1, 2015 / 3:26 pm

      Thanks for reading hbb. ❤

  4. Vanity Shiraz Flair March 13, 2018 / 7:12 pm

    This is BEAUTIFUL! And it is true, tradition is far chosen over logic… I wish people can wake up and live their own lives right now!

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