A Montage of Bitter

 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 the water, test its color. Possess the power of taking to the end,
Help won’t be found on the floor; the ground awaits to swallow as a whole.
Once what was known as the clever, the joker still stays a card of the fool,
Merry go round and round, wait to chase the crease that pierce through cool.

Angels with white winged feathers look better in the dark, purple fingernails,
Can’t fly up, but you can’t drag them down either. It’s in that heather tail.
The price to being afraid alone, is over the tint of dark. Over the sacrifices,
Get an inch closer, and see the world rotate, drag into the pit of dices.
You’d never realize, how I care for a piece of time. I’m in the montage
A replica of all the things the breaks inside. Bitter. But necessary. Cage.

: )

Comments

  1. Descendent of Fire8 March 2022 at 09:43

    Am I the only one who reads your blogs regularly?

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    1. Miss A Underscore22 March 2022 at 22:48

      I can't sadly even guess who the descendent of Fire is... but I have a few people who do. But thanks for commenting, only some do that. It's supportive : )

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  2. Decendent of Fire8 April 2022 at 10:13

    Yes. I am your biggest support system.

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