"Down Under"

"Down Under"

By Arcassin Burnham 

Let the rain come down

Cleansing my the pureness of me,

Vines grow from the tips of my toes,

I shall write a fine will,

In respects to the old me, 

Painting the town bright green instead 

Of red,

Wishing someone would fill my brain with lead,

Accustomed to the pain married to the hate,

Attracted to the lust, 

Woken up by the creation, 

In hopes of a better nation,

I put beside my stupid obsessive jealousy

For rice and treats, 

Treat me to a cold piece of steak,

Please!

Be easy, 

Only trying to check on my feet,

To see if the vines went away,

They won't fade like every bad situation I've had,

Throwing lots of shade,

I'm in the ground filled with mistakes,

I paid the way for things that I can relate.

"Your past can not overthrow your future"

- Arcassin B.