The Cynic Communtity

  May death find you alive ~Miss A Dear diary, I'm going to shart a new chapter, The last one was way to long to flip the page, Here I'm back again, enlightened by the lightning of night, I'll make believe into the mazes of life truthfully, When the blood flows upstream and all blue, I'll respect you death by letting you find me alive.  I'll find new ways, look through cut class like solitaire, The worst kinda quit is quitting on yourself, Life you're so kind to me, providing me shade, So I respect you for your burning sun shines, Who should I be this chapter, something like a nuisance, Cradle in an adventure of bliss and of ignorance. Lord of death, when you come to find me, I'll try with my motif and my motive, to let you see, A flashback of before colorful blanket turned black, The life so small in comparison you once have had, To the eternal transaction of abyss, taking others over, Make you grim with despair again, still hollowing a smile.  For when I w...

 Wind of the night ~Miss A Oh no! It's midnight again, a full moon, My toes are churning, I'm trying tying myself, Chaining, containing to take hold of the mischief spinning, Getting reckless and thirsty to take a look and abide. What comes after, unknown, keeps calling, Urging to leave the bed, go run down the road, To feel the cold of autumn, let the storm touch, Craving to let feet know the dewey green grass. A call, I don't know to answer, but I could hear, Away from the sweet dreams I see, I wither, As if I'm craving for water, but I could only smell it, Something to do, very devious, that I don't know of. If I could only define this nausea, deemed felony, Wide awake and feeling hunting, finding cheers, Searching curses, sewing parts of personality, I become it, it becomes me, one, none. Lord knows what hide here, in the garden would I find pixie dust, Or in the rage of the night, will I find my lord itself, These butterflies keep rampaging my stomach, Whatever...