I don’t know what it is,
But my mind is flooded:
The waves splashing
On the inside of my skull.
I’m drowning in thoughts of you,
Daydreams of what we could be.
I hear my name on your lips;
You say, “Come with me.”
And I feel how I’d feel
If only I knew you,
If only you knew me.

I like the colour purple,
     as it blooms across my skin,
The delicate spread of lavender,
     dappled with yellow and green.

I like the smell of iron,
     of copper pennies and blood
As it oozes form a scab
     or drips from a fresh cut.

I like the feel of my ribs,
     the bones beneath my skin,
The curve of my skull under my cheek,
     Or the joints of every knuckle.

" The good deeds we do can help us on our path.  They fill the soul with hope and joy,  at times I look to that power.  But today I dive into a small part of my darkness. "

Sometimes you gotta go in a different direction.  All which lead to the same place.  Of course this little back road will lead through an area without street lights.  The only light I see out here is the silver pale moon light.  This is where I summon GlOW skull.  He is a small dark part of me.  Dark enough to dim the light I need to fight.  You see certain individuals are standing to close to the light.  Wanting it all for themselves.  In this case they are standing so close to the light that they do not realise how big the shadow they cast is behind them.  So I need a little bit of darkness and shade to dim these big lights.  Just for balance, no more, no less.

By Arcassin Burnham

will you dry my bones,
will you rip my heart,
will you leave me alone,
is this when we part
will you take my spirit in the middle of night,
while I'm begging to cry, while I'm going.....to die,

Dealt with quite a lot of bull in my recent years,
You gotta be a man , you gotta work just to face
Your fears,
Dying of thirst like the guy at liquor stores begging
For money,
Thinking it's a curse when things go bad in my past
Memory,

I'm falling
fast
needa
life,
soul searching
can't
find nothing
right

I've got dirt in my eyes,
And blood on my knees.

will you dry my bones,
will you rip my heart,
will you leave me alone,
is this when we part
will you take my spirit in the middle of night,
while I'm begging to cry, while I'm going.....to die.

Today I looked into the mirror
Saw a little glimmer
Of hope
Even though
I know
Right now it looks like I have none

I just had five teeth pulled
Out of my skull
I know I look real ugly
But I'm looking at the future

I will need to wear braces
I get them in two weeks
But at least nobody can tease me
For being so **** fugly!

They can't taunt my teeth
Because I'm finally getting them fixed

Can you hear them whispering
There inside my brain
Can you hear them tinkering
Trying to shake lose what is sane
Can you hear them Clamouring
There inside my mind
Can you hear them favouring
With sadness all they find
Can you hear them plotting
There inside my cranium
Can you hear them knotting
All my thoughts till thier alien
Can you hear them screaming
There inside my brain
Can you hear them scheming
They are driving me insane


The voices here inside my skull
Are always chattering, never a lull
They are bent on my destruction
At first it was a sweet seduction
Now it's a roaring wave
Trying my head to cave
I can hear them as plain as day
Can you hear them what they say
Those voices in my head
All them yelling, one thing said
They only want me dead

The suns rays hit your eyes.
Creatures staring in and the heartless staring out.
Incautious of the blinding sun.
Oblivion,
Oh we meet again.
Deeper and darker we go, into oblivion.
I feel dark blue as memories mesh and horrors unfold,
Right before my very eyes.
Blue, blue tides.
So many emotions floating around within my inner conscience.
Blue being the color you see
Before your lungs collapse,
And your eyes roll into the back of your skull.
Injustice to the best of us as we are wither away in inescapable oblivion.

The dead trespass through my mind
They cave in skulls through forced lobotomy
They strap the population for lethal injection
They take lead fists to soft flesh
Claws to clean eyes
Stealing voices
Cutting out pink tongues
Cramming microphone down your throat
Can you hear me now
Hammers and clubs slam death home with every blow
Tonight we let the victims show