Death would make a dark valentine
I'll join your hand with mine
Midnight strikes
Our skin will meet
Over a road made with sheets

Together we will take it slow
Step-by-step
Taken by shadows that are forever kept
Water's slowly rising
Instead I'm learning to swim
In our beliefs
Treading with limbs

Splinters thoughts
Negative energy
Scattered about too many places to see
Pressure wracks my consciousness with unuttered questions
Mix of doubt and adoration broken into sections

Ruins moment with cold insecurity
Fights desperation
Winning barely
Aroma of chocolate wafts through the air
Breathe clarity and briefly my senses are thankfully aware

I slowly blend surroundings until it's all a blur
Wandering
Table decked with items you prefer
To show you how much your love means to me
All that shows is the success we'll never be

We need a Cleanser
To clean the Air
To clean the Water
To clean the Atmosphere
To clean the Soil

We need a Cleanser
To clean the Minds
To clean the Thoughts
To clean the Hearts
To clean the Souls

We also need a Blender
To Blend all these properly
And transform the world
Into a better place to live in
With Peace, Harmony and Luxury

He was dark and steaming hot
Oh! Unique and authentic too
The type you’d chillout on a weekday after work
Or wake up to a sunday morning route

He was bitter... but oh so sweet!
His scent... I swear, nothing could beat!
Just one more cup please
One more sip to finish these load of sheets.

Ah yes! He was coffee.

By Arcassin Burnham



putting lives on the line for some dough.
poison air reach your lungs and theres
more.
possibilities are endless with this world.
I just hope you see it one day when it
blows.
avenues in fire and people get lost.
everybody in a crisis and the weak gets
tossed.
symbols and trauma turns your mind to
mush.
simple idiots when you worship a trump
or bush.
Well take a look at what you've done,
Ain't pointing fingers,
No time to run,
Time stand and fight,
Got your whole life,
Circling the outer realms instead of
finding the inner,
Just don't plant no seeds if you love
being a sinner,
Life are on the lines to save weak people
like you and you,
We learn through and through,
That if we feed the demon everyday of
our lives , we could lose the juice,
The choice is up to you,
But I know what I'mma' do.

i'm a combination
of sensitive
and savage.

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