By Arcassin Burnham





Fell in a pit of sharks,
Proceed in things to make you spark,
All the times I use to go to the park,
Sand to my feet in quarts,
But leaving me alone is a start,
But you didn't get that part,
So now I must depart,
To get a taste of what you are,

Lay your mighty hand apon me,
While I pick up my body parts,
Save me from this world,
Make it rain on my heart.