Everyone starts the same and end too, in between there's a phase A phase called life, which is beautiful and tragic too but mainly it's a huge mess no matter you try to pamper.
It will make you laugh it will make you cry sometimes you'll fall and sometimes it peaks you high, Some days you will love while some days you won't wish to happen, it's all temporary All in a phase.
Your heart soars you with love and the next movement it turns to minute pieces, you'll mend it and there the time carry away the feelings it's all in a phase. Just to let you know that you are alive.
This phase is a mess heart and mind with a fight on, we try things in mistakes some turn out to be thrill and some against the life But it is that we try and sort through After all it's all in a phase.
Eclipse hiding Behind the clouds Drizzling drops of spirit To wake the dead flesh For serving their purpose, Purpose to spread The darkness around, To build a horde For ruling the nights. Reviving the spirits, More sturdy to stand More inviolable to Keep the holy ghost off, Grappling against the living To let them live, Live in their own dead way. By unknown writer