The Cynic Communtity

Kill me, this time is too long, I summon you my lord, listen to my words, The darkness vents it's fear, and it gets so dim, I don't wish for light, all I see are my mistakes. Love is a contagious disease, and so is stress, Working all like a ambitious stubborn mischief, I am trying to get my act together, oh no, I feel my hairs crawl on my skin, what's this subtle dread. I see roses, but they burn negative in my mind, My life flashes before my eyes, no way I was going to heaven, I'm shaking, hard. But why? Don't I know it all, Yet my breath is heavy, and so are my eyelids. I'm sorry my lord, I haven't visited you for long, For being this late, don't punish me with your all, I creep here, a devotee, for once and for all, At your hold; shower your bullets like raindrops.  A sinner I am, bit you're so capable and provoking so well, I lost the grip from my fingers, so help if 'cause better you can, After seeing the universe, the galaxy seems so small

 Hostess ~Miss A I would like to be your host, to a striking femininity, Letting you feel the aura of scenes so beautiful and vile, All that I ever wished, but couldn't, I'll host it for you my child, Gift you the source of power that flows from within. Let your soul smell what it's to reign, So that even when you're alone, you won't be scared. You'll rather feel like a Siren, than a damsel in distress, I'll make you see with our own eyes, the lines that screech from your palm run deep. You'll know, you ain't a queen bee, but nectar itself, I prized possession, for the queen also devotes itself too. You'll understand, the happiness people talk about finding in other, lie inside, It'll make you so calm; that even at your worst, they won't hear your scream. I'll let you know, what it is like to move with the classical strings, Each sprint an escape from a world, each swim in the burrows of wind. Close your eyes and see the blessings of