The Cynic Communtity

 Causality ~Miss A I've been trying your number, Tryna reach you one last time Are you here? Are you gone? Can you hear, my domain pulsing? The rain is pouring, it's humid down on me, I can't move a bit, stuck in a turmoil of memories, The breath is getting cold, so is my surrounding I lie down, remember word by word the things we did It's getting colder, but I like it, this vessel burning, I move my hand in the air, see patterns build. My craftsmen, craft me a piece of pottery, Make sure to put intimidating crests on it, We turn to dust after we die, mud is alive, Use me to shape as you like under your fingers. It's a sleepless night, I'm like jelly, I'm like squid, The thickness, the temperature everything at a perfect, The timing is such a symphony, you'll regret it if you miss, I want to know again how your pupil dilates, I wanna see your chest inflated, when over it takes. You're taking too much time to be here, that frustrates. I have my finger...

  What if it does? ~Miss A Believer of everything, trusts humans earn seven lives for them, Entrusts you with the same ripple, let it sink slowly, as it breaks And now that you got one, the iris starts searching for the one, The keeper of your all, the spark to tame, dig up a bond to create. Where will you find all the money, for something so expensive, A box of treasure, pulsing with blood and radiating heat. A piece so important as if to take a stone for precious gem, To keep it as a captive, but to make them stay willingly, Which runs away, but without terror so freely, a boss in den. A soul which respects you like yourself, a fire that never dies, Wonders are alone, the singularity to spare, silence with just us Crickets chip even in despair, the heat is okay, you can bear, Unlike heartstrokes, rest your heart flowers under the footsteps. But to hope, it won’t be tarnished, but be lifted, decorated in hair To have the fragrance to freshen up the neighborhood, ...