fallen
in  a reality
made of cubes
huge cold cubes
your dreams
shot down
by inability
by ineptitude
by your limits
defined by the black voice
of a giant nobody
shouting
your occured
conscious mediocrity

When I met you

I saw that color in your eyes

Your ways so graceful but I tasted demise

your touch so sinful

but the rush

took me to the skies

When I met you

I understood that things aren’t always as they seem

that love was a fire

it boiled until I steamed

until I screamed

and I cried

if my heart hadn’t lied

then maybe I wouldn’t have fallen victim

to that color in your eyes

She walked through the streets in her shimmering
dress that hugged her skin as if part of her being.
Speaking in tongue misunderstood by thought she
stared not at you but within you as if she was gauging
the purity of your inner grace.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing alone?

"Where did you fall from,

One goaded, smiling she replied,

"I fell a long way down,

"Dii me ridere, [loosely translated]
"The gods are laughing at me?

She smirks at those in plentiful urgency to expel
what time they have on tribal necessities.
Wondering into a alleyway she had a few to choose
from but this one barely lit.

The spider and the fly came to mind, but who
was in the web and who was but a husk waiting to decay?

"Lady you going to have a bad night,

"Bad night, try bad millennium you apes make me laugh,

"Who you calling ape woman?

"Lets see your hairy, you smell, and you scrape your
hand on the ground, no sorry ape is to good for you organisms,

Her dress seems to separate and he hair lengthens to hide modest
of a body of perfection. before there eyes is an angel but her
feathers are as onyx as coal. "See my true from, As screams
bathe the walls and wisps of smoke ascend not to heaven
but fade in the wind. Eyes are charred echoes of where sight
Was blessed now eroded into husks of nothingness.

"Silly little things, when will they learn that there are things
in the night you shouldn't play with,

Walking out of the alley a smile on her face, she hadn't
had that much fun in a while. Scorching a soul wasn't
fun but they weren't worthy of it any way. Now she
was off to see what this nice little black number
would help to get a free drink or two.

By Arcassin Burnham

You maybe gone and my hopes and dreams have
Scattered about,
With all the spilling hatred covered in your pores
Filled with doubt,
I have no other way to see than a ride along with death,
The only way our lips will touch again is in my breath,
......My chest beats for another though......
If anything I hate to be the bear of bad news,
But I have everything going for me without you,
So I...

Wrap my lips around the glass and just drink away,

Sick and twisted fantasy of sadness hanging from the shadows
Parting our ways out of luck while lacking in filth and grime
Even though we don't ever really have the time to erupt and
Enjoy the beautiful carnations of breeding and overlooking the
Past due to our actions against reality and it's failed generations
And people with brain damage that can't even manage the time
And the effort to fulfill and deliver and prosper and change your
Whole reason for living with regrets and mistakes,
But what I'm saying is you should follow me,
I never mean any harm to all the energy,
All I want in this realm is your consistency,
But I just really hope you didn't forget me,
......My chest beats for another though......
If anything I hate to be the bear of bad news,
But I have everything going for me without you,
So I...

Wrap my lips around the glass and just drink away.