Addiction
consecrated fiction
Blinded in an Odyssey of fog
The dullist mist
Raptured lyricism
A perpetual state external mysticism

and the idol was so reliant
on an alliance team
without their subsidy he'd not
obtain acclaim's dream*

the popular limelight elevated
him up into the stratosphere
none of his zealots were
yearned for around here

they'd been used by a
so called fellow who rocked
on finally realizing the fact
they were dismissively shocked

of recent days the tin god
is attempting a revival
but past stalwarts assert
*there's no prospect of survival

By Arcassin Burnham

Scowl up my face for the moves you make,
You Are the definition to finding a word in the Webster's dictionary,
I'm so Appalled!!!!!
No better way to punish someone you want to destroy in an office full of documents and papers for charitable organizations,
That can be dealt with later,
He enjoys the oral way too often,
And shes never been penetrated,
masterful until he's in his coffin,
Virginity will get authenticated,
Escalated,
Elevated,
Rejuvenated,
Just be glad that your face is straightened.

Not moving an inch
Muscles do not flinch
Perpetual phase of sleep
You have gone deep
In search of bliss
Tranquility, you cannot miss
Off the track of chaos
To experience new ethos
Moments are so pious
Free from the chains of bias
You reign supreme
Roaming the borders of extreme
Now you are free
To predict what you foresee
A world with peace

Dancing to the sound
of your heart,
I realised my feet
had not been touching the ground beneath.