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Arcassin B Sep 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

Peanut butter cookies on my red roses
Too many vices for all your excuses,
Sue me for not liking any of my coaches,
I'm hoping,
That you give me the tools that I need
To succeed,
My heart is not filled with greed,
But this is too **** depressing,
I need something to fulfill the needs,
Swear I'll never know what heaven means,
Where the truth resides,
Blowing smoke in the air where
The red rain hides
In your mother's eyes,
Blowing smoke in the air where
The red rain hides......
Sad.
Sleepless Jul 2015
A dreadful day t'would be to hear
The piercing sound that all do fear
Once clouded mind will all be clear
When the bells sing "death is near"

Run as you might you cannot hide
For the bells they scream inside
Your soul is their's, you're along for the ride
And to the new rules you must abide

They chime their plan to take you away
And by now you've accepted your fate
You follow orders and day by day
From reality you go astray

Death is rounding along the bend
Your sanity left though you hardly pretend
Your family all leaves you but in the end
You realize death was your only friend

To the gates you take your stroll
To offer the undertaker your soul
And rest in the earth to return what you stole
And it's clear to you now for whom the bell tolls
A simple song about death and those that slowly go insane
yokomolotov May 2015
his heart bled into the ground
he held me and whispered
in ****** liquor sighs

go on guapa
as long as there’s one of us
there’s both of us

and I shook like a rabbit
in twilight’s snare
and begged him

don’t go
don’t go

a chant as old
as old
as my bones

together,
once we felt the
earth move

it shook in the late spring morning
and I he warmed my feet
in the sack
when the night was a vacuum

he spilled his seed
on the ground
like some biblical
walk on

and we lived an entire
life
an entire life
in three days

three days of coughing
and struggling to stay still
in the winters dull
and stingy light
from a pale pale
pane in
Indiana

is it safe to
give my _ to you?

It’s never safe,
I roughly handed it to you
and you felt it’s
shadow every since

with your busted femur
and long trailing stain
resenting the self-made
patricide
bleeding out

on the gray beast
I’m taken
the little rabbit
with a black scar

saving myself from
the tangled
mar that you now
have fallen

If I go on
we both go on

— The End —