By Arcassin B


Running through the mind like Street heat waves In the
Afternoon rushing to just to be a burden to your soul
In any manner that you should've displayed along
With the flaws and blurred pasted memories of family
You never knew containing all the emotions inside
Of the eye , skull and brain cells remembering nothing
But past confrontations opening up your eyes for rude
Awakenings in the beds where the demons lie spreading
Their carnage and afflicting your life with things you
Shouldn't have went through, I wish you Best my friend,
This is my ode to you.