By Arcassin Burnham

I'm not a judgemental person equalizing accusations
To impress a minor audience full of devil's and demons
And the wicked and the sinful pacing back and forth to
Chronological melody desensitizing the brain and it's
Chemistry with movement and places to remember in
Photographs taking false imagery to a whole new
Kind of staff,
I was born to believe that Jesus died for our sins,
Lored into things that I couldn't hardly comprehend,
Putting back missing pieces and beating myself to
A pulp,
Learning what I could without phobias if they stalk.


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You might be 17 hours away just thinking about
Me In your pajamas making circles with your
arms And laying out sheets of paper to start a
Portfolio of drawn faces and characteristics that
Only you could sort out seeing as how you just
Seen me a couple of weeks ago,
I'd rather go,
I'd rather show,
you in person how long I've been missing you,
I hope you know,
I'm kinda slow,
If I didn't see you message me just keep me in
Your memories,
I'm missing all of your energy,
I know that your still into me.

Staring at the empty kitchen
Where you used to stand; laughing
The last day that I saw you
Packing all your things

Karma's a *****, they say
Running around leaving regrets in her wake
As of today; a story told
Of a man who lost his armour
Lying dead on the marble floor -- cold

If the time is gold, like momma used to tell
I'll exchange them with all the dollars I have
For a man's heart to be broken and splintered
Because of a lady in a rusty armour
Was a feat to be lored upon; a fairy tale, perhaps

Tell her
That I'm here back where we used to be
With a bowl of cold soup
And untied shoes; on my knees
Begging for a place to be back to
Inside that armour that she broke into two