ExordiumIts not what we do.Exordium by Phongo94Xapa
to challenge our troubles.
to render with love affairs.
to perceive that within the mind.
to obey society's mannerisms.
For its just not what we do.
We'll yield to superiors.
We'll abandon attraction.
We'll excite the brain with various poisons.
We'll riot till every corner of this hell diffidently bows at our feet.
Because this is war and this is what we do.
Life in the KettleLife in the KettleLife in the Kettle by Phongo94Xapa
I can't sit here and lie to you and tell you it will be ok.
When the truth is that a puzzle piece is missing. Your
image like most has it cracks and intersections.
A cross road of misunderstanding s and I can't
promise you'll be the person you've always been.
But I can promise you that as long as
wet tears lay upon your porcelain face and
your eyes bare a foggy wast land.
That I will be here holding your hand, and
all of your worlds existence tight in my grasp.
I'll keep things stable while you take this time to mend
and I'll fight off a thousand sinking suns because
I know its your time to rest, regret,and rethink your sorrows.
And tomorrow may bring little hope and the day after
maybe even less, I'll promise to be here trailing behind you
to wipe away the dirt and mud off your crashing falls.
One day your whimpers will be cheers and your sickness a drive.
And life will no longer be that hassle or haunting.
But I ask you this one thing .
Can you say the same?