.
Isn't it amusing?
Your exhaustion is
craving your energy,
dragging away your breath.
Isn't it lovely?
Sleep is actually
the son of life,
but also,
a cousin of death.
.

Your personality
Enthralls my eyes
Your smile
So divine
Lightens my mood.

Tell her that she's loved,
Even if she denies. Cause,
You know otherwise

I’m bending time to break my shins
Sputtering like blood amongst the rocks
Nesting in sorrow and tailing the wick something sharp
If this era wasn’t meant to char
Then why did the candle wash every tower
From here to the sea?

Dreams beckon you
A quest to find seething lines
Bravery isn't a trait I believed you lacked
You’re a lack of lies entitled to hunger
In a mouth of iron sleep

Timber wakes in the golden age
Maybe if I was bold like your key
I could carve myself a new shadow
And put my bets on the cold long promise to appear
Holding Atlas up as he holds the sky
Suspicion he described to me

You’ve been cornered by natural desire
Pillars of salt holding up your favors
Signs of a ruptured heart
Bleeding ‘neath your skin
But who shall rift your bruised weight?

I shifted through the gallowed falls
And found constellations inspired by my scars
But reality sunk my stone in the river
Deeper than the ground walks
Fear fires on mistake
Cravings of love in death
Swallowed

*It’s all in the sleight of hand

By Arcassin Burnham

I soar through the skies of
Forgetting tomorrow,
They give and they take but
Your life they won't borrow,
No time for being sad,
I know this world is filled with much
Sorrow,
But I might of been wrong the first time,
People are searching and finding
The truth,
Might not look for it,
They might look for you,
Rather turning you in without
Turning you loose,
Stand as coward in death I refuse.