By Arcassin Burnham



What do we all do on this joyous occasion,
Demonic laughs and blood spilling from standing ovations,
The usher sneaks drugs to give to his clients,
The dream i arose from, I swear im not lying,
And every person would be scared to face their demons in silence,
Throwing water in your face like you've been hit by Poseidon,
So slowly I'm deciding to not fall asleep,
Collection of happy thoughts are the dreams I wanna keep,
At the ceremony.