I find
A rhythmic beat
To the pounding
Upon my rooftop
And as the thunder shakes my walls
My thoughts fade
Into the darkness
Of the clouds outside

By Arcassin Burnham

Come a little closer let me tell you about the time me
And the bat met,
Even though it's bad , it's things that I don't regret,
A secret is a secret and I hope that you keep it,
You're gullible so you will, step inside my world a little bit,
The horrors that await you , other men could not compare
To what I've been through, whatever I say intrigues you,
Telling me it's not too late to save myself, and bathe myself
under the good mens water, but all the waters poisoned, so what
The ****,
I could tell you throwing a man off the side of a bridge was
exhilarating the first time and you'd still be okay with,
working here *****
My stories were so good too to you , that you shared yours and I admired that,
But I just wanna get out of here and never see you again,
Can you live with that?
I'm crazy and sadistic, ****** becomes simplistic,
Not taking any hostages , I'm so satanistic,
Patiently waiting, moving in silence , I'm too distant,
So lady you couldn't handle what I'm throwing , can you catch it?

Know what I think I'll call you harley , would like that?
You listened to every story I told , I lied but you didn't know that,
I'm clearly on some **** that'll make your exes wanna step back,
I'll probably **** them anyway standing over a their corpse as I
Laugh,
Besides all that your beauty speaks to me in calms of a hundred
Infested oceans , bet you didn't know that I was a poet,
There's a thin line between how much I tell you and you misinterpret,
I wanna know if your love is worth it,
If you let me out of these restraints,I'll take you out,
I'll ease the pain , you quit your job, we go rob banks,
Treat you like **** , make you go down for all the things
that I just did, I do not kid,run from the bat,
He captured you and I attack, your too attached,
We fight , we argue , I give you a smack, we laugh and
then relax , on piles of money, life is funny,
Finding someone like you makes you feel in luxury,
Making memories, clown princess of crime you mean so
much to me,
I'm sucker for your lovely body, and even in my deepest circumstance
I'm glad to have a harley.

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I am merely the conduit...
For those who are voiceless.
Or the servant even...
To things which lay silent.
I am the medium through which
you come alive.

A noteworthy find,
but your words are still your own.
Birthed from the deepest ocean of thoughts...
Forged with the fiercest fires of emotions...
And harvested from the richest mine we call life.

But I hadn't planted the seeds...
You did.

But you did nurture them,
so they might flourish.
You did share them,
so others you nourish.
If I am anything in this enterprise,
I am the wind that brushes your skin...
Not the gust that fills your sail.

Then I accept that we're both so fitting.
Therefore I acknowledge you
as you do I.



Me
Muse

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