By Arcassin Burnham


In The land of fiction,
We got poverty , terrorist , fluoride and judgement,
And the police still killing,
We need to unify in this without ammunition,
And you think this is relevant,
There's no escape and everyone is brainwashed in this,
Controlled by a syndicate, led by some Satanists that plan on just
Ending it,
Leaving behind a trail of bodies making families mourn for their
Loved ones,
If heaven was a mile away in the sky , I'll pack my bags and just run,
You'll never catch me out here trying to be a man while holding up a
Gun,
Plus life has been tough for me in the most underrated way , I swear it
Has not been fun..
we live in a jungle,full of dead and young..
Its survival of the fittest,now look at what I have done..
we live in a jungle,full of dead and young..
Its survival of the fittest,now look at what I have done..

Blood
Smoke
Drugs and gunpowder
These elements we live by
These elements we stand for
Think your morals grow louder
Yet you still cower
Sitting in the corner
Begging for power
Used to look down on us from your tower
In our streets now
You soon dispose of your jovial candor
You are learning now
I am so proud of you
A patronizing pat down is now at hand
Your tongue was your only weapon then
What about now?
Bullet and blade are popular weapons of our trade
Could you harden your heart and take the shot?
Take a stab at living how we do
Understand now that the conditions of our demise is normal in society
The news doesn't care
Not unless we cause quite a scare
An obituary is hardly ever found in the papers
Who reads those things these days anyways
I bet you already think you know our motives
Prejudice against the people your window points down towards
Laughing while you say we are the reason it got this way
You are though
Do you not understand?
We take these positions because we have nowhere else
The streets are crawling with us
Because people like you are walking on our backs

My life fits on my back
 But a single bag
The life i led
To where this is all i had
Couldnt fit in a thousand pictures
Or a million words

How do i explain how i got here
How do i explain what i forgot there

With a half empty sack
The load on my shoulders is heavier
Than the load on my back
But heavy that load is not
Compared to the load on my heart
Thats the best i got

He comes over spewing quandaries.
He doesn’t understand.
How can I explain his life
when my own is sifting sand?

The world tilts left and right
never finding balance.
He sees me fixed and centered.
I’m contained.
Chaotic torment.

Souls are lost as time goes by
Forgetting the connection
The emotion once felt
Now forgotten

Far away and beaten down
Believing is non existent
Nowhere to turn
Runaway
Hide
Inside myself is the haven

Awkward silence
Not knowing what to say
On the tip of your tongue
Afraid to speak
Push your thoughts away

Some days are brace
Feel hope in your heart
But then it's not good enough
Hurt takes over
walls come back

Here we aren't so quickly

My soul sighs at night...
But it's actually screaming inside...
You just can't hear it...
My unwanted... out without warning sighs  give my soul away...
My sighs speak for my heart...
They tell you of my troubles
They want you to know of the feelings I hide inside...
My sighs, truthful and scary...
I **** them every time...

You have learned from them...
You've picked up on the meaning they give...
You know them well...

My sighs... my ******* sighs...
They give me away...
But I must let them out...
My sighs...
The only relief I have for my heart,
The only option for my loud screaming soul.