By Arcassin Burnham


Just strolling along , just standing in place , i would,
show you more than what really happens in this place if i could,

skies are getting dark and grey , as it persuades , message,
if anything nobody listens to me so i pillage,

i could still see the stars , like its apart of my life,
i wish to find a stunning gorgeous guardian of a wife,

long hair to the back , isn't that a fact , i could make,
everybody wish they had a soulmate on an interstate,

Pretending i have a good home to come to , while thinking,
it was all a hoax that i provoked , this ship is sinking,

having life situations bore me , so i did,
the most responsible thing in the world , the choice that i picked.


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We leave,
without a goodbye or a sayonara..
The future,
and every promise that we made is gone in the wind,
Some Trust,
the spirits they crave but it never comes through,
The Last Bit,
Of people wondered  when their hearts will ever get saved,

and i'm one of them,
its way too early for the *******,
the sunlight shines in my eyes,
i swear on life i wanna just quit,
i stopped trading blows for this disguise,
And all my life I've tried to quit,
five other times I've tried to end it,
I know that i'm not good enough,
for the rapture all the way to the end of a brand new.

By Arcassin Burnham

feel the pain at every extent of your life,
its nothing new to this game we play or a level of polite,
this was always war in some of our eyes and even gods too,
bringing destruction to countries that don't even need dictating stools,
while we run around and do dumb **** for the amusement of seeing no rules,
so laws can be enforced on us but its too complicated to prove,
thinking back and growing up with issues,
with more problems of being sat on like a church pew,
praise his name in light for better virtues,
we're all dogs on a leash with a bowl of social media to try to get us
through,
but thats not life and this ain't life either....

held up,
so many,
different,
problems,
i can't hide anymore..
caught up,
in the,
wrong things,
when i,
walk out of the door..
you could get a piece of my presence,
looking to the sky,heaven knows i learned my lesson,
But i gotta stay in between the lines unless i wanna be saved
i know whats in store...

A soul like you couldn't grow up in a world this cruel..
A soul like you could be more precious more than beauty its self..
A soul like you couldn't be more lovelier than ever..
A soul like you could carry me to new places..

held up,
so many,
different,
problems,
i can't hide anymore..
caught up,
in the,
wrong things,
when i,
walk out of the door..
you could get a piece of my presence,
looking to the sky,heaven knows i learned my lesson,
But i gotta stay in between the lines unless i wanna be saved
i know whats in store.

By Arcassin Burnham

Left with past reminders like should i go back to the moment
when everyone was civilized?
The butterfly effect had nothing on the causes and tragedies
that opened up the peoples eyes,
choose better friends , keep your enemies closer than two mountains
slouching in the Himalayas,
like a stone brick wall filled with dead bodies even towards the top
where the satanists will dead hate ya,
stealing and killing is a motto for the young people that see chaos
in a troubled child's eyes,
Problems create problems in society when the people that we care
about the most tell us lies,
we're leaning towards the end of the road with a new set of toys and
the propaganda just grows stronger,
what happen to the unity and peace and the freedom of speech when
the troubles in the world gets darker,


As The waves crash down , i could see the future of a new age,
the children that'll grow up in a good home of good people and will
never take a break,
that will have all the teachings and serving the god that they praise,

we're all gonna die anyway , we're all gonna die anyway,
until we see the pearly gates.

As I look at you
I know that
I have loved you already
for just a short moment
and I swear that it was just
a sheer infatuation

All I loved, I loved alone
Going back I've lost my way home
From pain I rise to strengthen my bones
Yet all I loved, I loved alone.

Art is worth the pain,
such requires a certain cruelty
as curtain calls beneath the rain,
you will be poetry.

It was all just a virtue,
thinking I need to apply it daily
Told myself, I'll wait if this feeling is true
Then it become my hobby