By Arcassin Burnham

Don't want this fling to end,
Lay your head on my chest with a silent voice,
Boiling blood and painted feelings
Fill the void oooooh,
Skin touching feeling your indulgences,
My condolences
R.I.p to all the hatefulness,
I cherish you life itself in
Hopes to have you here again,
Miss ***** blonde,
With freckles and an mild attitude,
I want to be a jokster,
I didn't want to be rude,
I didn't mean to lead you on,
I know that might have been cruel.

by Arcassin Burnham

Tell Your friends, tell your friends,
that you haven't ******* loose ends,
shooting at paper planes,
and carrying weight,

tell your friends, tell your friends,
that it ends where it begins,
better perfect your aim,
Because there's no time to waste,

Erasing limits far beyond our humanity,
Pure in the greatest of forms and all your social graces,
Tell that ***** pest to trade places
So you could be in the upper class of delightfulness,
But knowing in reality your delightful mess.

by Arcassin Burnham

I see the signs of a true future in ever sense of
the word,
ignorance,  politics ,  new world,
is all for the birds,
but I,
you won't remember when you were into a
world you thought you knew,
drowning my face with liquor,

the air is thicker,
my mind  is clearer,

killing brain cells is more like it in this line of
work,
being born to die and all,
but this you and you are Me as we are he,
and we are all together,
did you like that Beatles reference to world
peace when there was never any,
more than I can say at the least,
for me is plenty.