by Arcassin Burnham



Visits from the spirits,
while i'm fighting inner demons,
stabbing at my dreams,
guess i wouldn't have to let my emotions
just burst the scene,
the cosmic ship or the fallen angels,
coffee creamers on the kitchen sink,

wake up now before,
they,
catch,
you,
rip out your laughter,
like the clock tower death in seconds,
i'm bound to make a mends,
if i keep my blessings,
lead a nation with correction,
i put god first before i goto bed,
didn't think the devil put thoughts in my head,
protect me from the creatures,
that lie ahead,
and the ones without a head to be perished or dead,

i think about the times,
when i was awake,
and when i'm lieing,
there would be good dreams at stake.