By Arcassin Burnham



Salted coffins,
Often pulling me back,
The more your skin softens,
After changing the channels of taking you back,
Honey suckles on your back,
Taste so sweet , that's a fact,
Purs like the famous black cat,
Didn't even occur to you,
That I wanted you,
Just holding you,
In gold and silver plated virtues,
Just so you wont die alone,
I'm always empty without you,
Didn't want long distance,
But with you , have to get it when its due,
And even though I paid some,
You make my heart go numb,
Everybody gotta have their cake spilling crumbs,
But I loved you,
You knew I was good with that,
And for the sixth time,
I had to make you realize that,
Slit my wrist,
When you don't reply,
Can't stand this ****,
I wanna die,
But then I won't see your face,
So your love keeps me alive.