It’s amazing how much filth and waste human beings really produce
which, over a lifetime, amount to higher pollution levels they induce.
_________

I have a black heart,
Not just for the sake of art,
But because I am healthy.

My HB is around 15,
Not just for maintaining,
But 'cause I eat healthy.

My weight 6 weeks ago,
Not more than 74.600 kilo,
But I wanted to reduce it.

Some memories don't let me be,
I started skipping meals & jogging,
'Cause I wanted to reduce weight.

Her I wanted to inspire,
That nothing is impossible,
And impossible is nothing.

I lost more than 10 kilograms,
But not that I am ill-fed,
Not ate more than required.

I achieved the feat in 6 weeks,
But just for proving myself,
Not 'cause I don't want to live.

But Death has other plans for me,
Not enthusiastic for taking me along,
I live in the onomatopoeia of time.

Tic toc. Tic toc. Tic toc. Tic.

Time, you have been tipped,
I won't again get slipped,
I want to get ripped.

By Arcassin Burnham


You might have a mother that cares...
And a father that plays sports with you...
But I never had all of that...
So I'm not gonna level with you...

And while I walk around with shame and dread to not
Having the perfect family, I'm thankful for all my siblings..
While the burden is half mine to bare , I have to put up with
An auntie and a grandma that are so self-centering,
And last but least , the one that I ignore and never give my love
To is my dearest mother that's always lying,
I need to do what's right for me,
Due to all the memories,
And these weird bottled feelings,
I wanna know what it's like to live in beauty,
My word is set,
I completely digress,
In any situation that I come across, fact check,
I've been bakeracted six times for meaningful reasons,
And the 7th time we'll just keep It a secret.

You might have a mother that cares...
And a father that plays sports with you...
But I never had all of that...
(You know The Rest :))

Ascending to the second layer,
a stench of nauseating breath
expands across the zephyr.

I attempt to avoid a cough
and the opaque fog thickens
as we reach an abrupt drop-off.

Depicted below are frantic beings
who have only the remembrance of
anxiety, torment, and panicked feelings

hiding amongst the remaining rubble
in a soft whisper they beg for mercy,
neglecting against their fatal,

violent destruction on the vitality of the innocent.
The scent swells to an intense sickening
along with the dryness of incalescence.

A low growl begins to rise!
Traveling across the infinite distance,
a foul creature comes to brutalize.

The petrified beings cower in their hideouts
and I hold my breath carefully as
three giant, damp, and cold snouts

emerge from the heavy smog.
A rush of frigid wind washes over
and I come to realize, it is the Watchdog.

One risks a dangerous error
in the act of running to the void, but
the motion distracts the devious hunter.

He strikes and pins the immoral,
viciously tearing the flesh to pieces.
Finally, taking him in the muzzle

Cerberus violently tosses the limp body
for it no longer contains value nor interest.
And I ask my Lover very faintly:

“What becomes of the one enduring torture?”
And he, nonchalantly: “Don’t worry, my dearest.
They have yet to regain their composure.”

As we escape from the horror below
to the unknown exceeding cruel,
the dying mortal begins to regrow.

Construction
Destruction
Death
Resurrection

Collection
Fixation
­Dictation
Relation

Construct
Destroy
Death to all
Recall

Isn't it funny how
Something can be created?
Then at the change of heart
Your mind has destruction fixated?

You call for the heads of those
Who tear apart you world
When they are soon dealt with
The real you is resurrected.

You then collect the pieces,
They are now your fixation
Other are telling you how to rebuild
From friends and blood relation

Slowly but surely,
Piece by piece
You reconstruct the world
That had lain in pieces

Then you destroy it
Because you've had enough
And bring death to all
To vent the life that you made rough

And then you expect your friends
Who you just destroyed
To come at your beck and call
When you pushed them in the void?

Get real
You brought this on *yourself