By Arcassin Burnham

Wishes turn to prayers with all the lies and
The betrayal then you add in to the mix of
The feeling of hell and all it's angels turn
To demons,
They prevail,
When the clock strikes twelve,
Putting you in harms way would be the best
Way considering the sacrifice in ones heart.


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Conversation escalated to an all out war,
Get a sense of realization when I walked
Out of that door,
Took all my barrings with me even took
My clothes out of that closet,
Let my pride my take over and washed my
Hands in that disgusting faucet,
Cant let you know how i really feel,
I guess it's a quest if you wanna know
what's real,
I made something pretty that I think you
Would like,
Its so florescent,
beautiful and bright,
That you'll  never leave it's sight.