Something poetic is needed in these lines,
Something poetic is needed in these lines.
The meaning is lost; it's misconstrued.
The tale is retold, but to a different tune.

by Arcassin Burnham

My head hurts,
The beds shaking,
I'm breathing heavy,
Hot in this room,
the birds are singing,
I'm keeping it steady,
looking at attention to detail..
the peace is gone,
everyone's yelling,
fights breaking out,
still hot as hell,
nothing to do,
but get away from this,
as long as there is nothing to retell..

and I can't stress this enough,
why is my life just so tough,
all I want is beauty in a plastic red cup,
I might as well just give everything up,
if you could take away the stress,
that'll be great,
but if you make it worse through life as a cheapskate,
Don't talk to me,
Don't talk to me,

My head hurts,
The beds shaking,
I'm breathing heavy,
Hot in this room,
the birds are singing,
I'm keeping it steady,
looking at attention to detail..
the peace is gone,
everyone's yelling,
fights breaking out,
still hot as hell,
nothing to do,
but get away from this,
as long as there is nothing to retell.