The Cynic Communtity

 Für Mich ~Miss A Keeping you in mind, I'm all drenched in memories of you One that I can't conquer to breakthrough, Noticing that I'm here playing rhythms on the strings of your veins Emerging through the nerves like growing roots of a tree I thought that I was getting contaminated with what I decor as lifeline Breathing in all air, in this vulnerable scent of you, hoping divine to see I am thankful to my lord, who gave us eyes, for I long live the scene To watch you, all the stress you furrow on your hood To see you on the helm, to think that I'm in a crime To capture all the moments I can strain, to relive each overtimes Your essence in the aura of mine, a dream so overwhelming I shatter.  That I so believe, what I'm getting into is so dense it matters. Coming up to know if my love is fine, take my diamonds take my time, It so appears, that I want to rapture, hold tight the slithering sand Scared to know you might find me a creep, Blood in my head, weakening me i

 A Montage of Bitter ~Miss A The spectrum’s moved much again, for I see the colors brew, Tint my vision, forged in rivalry. Such a petty drop of dew. For my alibi is sweet-sweet pain, for I’ a keeper of such defiance, Begging is a hallucination, I never saw in a dream, now alive. Build a home on drama, ask yourself if it’s worth the time, Outsmart the lies, strive for chaos from the element of peace. Sway in, just sway with the rhythm, and hug the love you can buy Blind the vista and see through it. Built this way, what do you deny? Get up and watch the crime. Clear the scene, move in sync of chimes, The luck you can’t try, blows from an ear to its right. Cray the lions. Hold tight to the lines, see your woman cry. Morgue in the definitions, You could touch the sky, but above me is only me. No lies in citations. One more shot, before the world straightens itself again. Truth is toxic, When truths are spaces of fantasy, I feel the music, hope you do so too. Soak in th