Looking at a sharp knife in my hand,
& me going out in midnight,
She thought I was fed up & was standing near my end,
At last frightened she asked me,
       "Do you want to die?",
I told her,
       " No, just seeking for an another
          reason to survive..."

By Arcassin Burnham

Pretty eyes cover up lies,
But i doubt you'd do that to me.
Late nights encounters were good,
A distant memory.

I put a bunch stickers on the wall,
Keeps the demons at bay.
Your voice is like heaven,
Just please take me away.

Only if we grew up sooner,
We'd take life seriously.
The sky gets bluer,
And we stare ominously.

I could go though life with you,
My queen to be indeed.
To find a distant calmness is all I ever
really need,
Love the way you talk to me.

/

Come to me.
Talk to me.
Be the only reason.

Learn from me.
Walk to me.
Through every season.

The pride that she holds on,
Pretty shy , but spot on,
The beauty is spot on, her lips, that I taste,
And its great, Smoke in the air,
Could hide the feelings we awake,
Not safe , to be safe in this space,
No games , but we play,
No games , but we play,
No games , but we play.

Come to me.
Talk to me.
Be the only reason.

Learn from me.
Walk to me.
Through every season.

If values come from facts
That will axe a hefty tax
Relax a heavy burden on our backs
Unpack the despair of uncertainty
Track repair by rationality
With slack we can finally see
The factual reality
And actually move humanity
Past our shallow vanity
And into an eternity