(no subject)
You are a phrase i wish could be taken back
Like a pill waiting for my mouth to consume you
Instead you are the dregs from my fattened stomach
Spilling onto the blouse of an unaware child
Clean up young girl. Cleanse your mind of the doubts
Fill up your ears with the sounds of action.
The screams of the fallen and the yet-to-fall
Call to you with vim and vigor 'come dance'
But i continue to stand atop the hill
Whispering words of love and anesthetic
Persuading the weak-willed to join my pall
My class of heroes meant for patient doom
As you sleepwalk your way past the departed
You questionably slip your words to nearby ears
Will you gather greater numbers to your crux?
'Come dance with me. There is little time left for dying.'
Like a pill waiting for my mouth to consume you
Instead you are the dregs from my fattened stomach
Spilling onto the blouse of an unaware child
Clean up young girl. Cleanse your mind of the doubts
Fill up your ears with the sounds of action.
The screams of the fallen and the yet-to-fall
Call to you with vim and vigor 'come dance'
But i continue to stand atop the hill
Whispering words of love and anesthetic
Persuading the weak-willed to join my pall
My class of heroes meant for patient doom
As you sleepwalk your way past the departed
You questionably slip your words to nearby ears
Will you gather greater numbers to your crux?
'Come dance with me. There is little time left for dying.'