By Arcassin Burnham

Constant conscious loving all the little things
In life,
Can't let these little things like clouded emotions
Spark a light,
Out to be gifted but Santa's shop is closed this night,
Remembered your name in desperate times but
You forgot about mine,
so,
Thats why I don't belong,
Here,
I can just say ***** it and end up giving my
Life to a man I've never seen ,
messing up my Vision with the bright light,
I maybe be would be judged with a small smite,
But everything gets cold when frost bites,
And you don't feel so holy when the heart dies.