The Cynic Communtity

  Stalk of the Falcon ~Miss A   Am I aware of you, or am I not? But maybe this running away, this beating heart Trying to hide, wishing to escape has something it portrays. Is it burring senses in me, or is it not?   What do I do, for you do have a bad image... From the eyes, fierce whiskey in the tone From the aura, tormenting forging power in its strings Or the beak, you propose in our matter Or the claws, cutting-ripping your preys I don’t wish to be tailed, won’t be your prideful decay.   Am I imagining things, or am I not? You were here right away, I bet Now you are so lost, there’s no hint left. Am I seeing things, hallucination, is that what’s it called?   I can still feel the presence; I am just too much of gut sure... There’s a void now, which was occupied before There was something there, in the sky Even if it wasn’t you, there was something It has to be. I can still see dense texture of the skin, Still can make out the figure, ca

 Legion ~ Miss A It's not about what you can dare It's about what you can decide Once you decide, it won't even take courage You know to how begin it, And you know you to end it very well You can turn to find out the beauty Or you'd break down to scrambled legion of thoughts And I don't even wanna know All my wishes as grand as a legion. 'Cause baby I'm alone now, I can't think of you the same. Oh! Baby I'm alone now, I can't cherish the game, Oh! Baby I'm alone now, Why can't you sense all my pain? Yeah baby I'm alone now, Can't you recall my name? Hoping all those wishes, Singing songs so dreamingly... It gets harsh as it fades I'd hope, I'd hope, I'd wish you'd be back. But I can't see a thing And I can' see no sign And I just sit and sigh... All my thoughts, scattered, a pool, a legion. I'd believed, there's nothing to be scared But some wounds, leave behind scars So deep it cuts, it ends up cut