Typically Cynically

Here is my ode to the brutal truth that is the human relationship and the emotional conflict of which it spurs and creates.

"Cynical Crossroads"

Lining the crossroads of truth and fate
Overly attent the cynical state
Vague and unique like one marooned
Endlessly vast, the lining will wound

Limited in understanding of interconnection
Outer affection leads to inner emotion
Vixen’s domain protects both sides
Entrapped or free controls the minds

Rendering success, a mere impossible feat
Entranced at first and so discrete
Junctions form, create regret
Engaging deeper than consent
Carving out from the personal cage
Transplanting pain to engage
Interplay of truth and fate
Overly attent the cynical state
Never ending is the terminal mate

Lest Aphrodite be so pure
Outstretched be the arms of a simple cure
Vain is the peripheral of her sight
Everlasting, blind as night

Left alone the victim of a lyre
Only now does the voice spit fire
Vampiric ideals come forth to be
Except the cross hangs to heed

Responses enter save for need
Exact desire tends to lead
Jurors are continually biased
Expressing emotion the jurors find driest
Center the depth of original intent
Take it slow, haste can only dent
Inside the heart, the soul sinks low
Obtaining anger deals a fatal blow
Never ending is the constant toll

Life swings on a creaking hinge
Opting for a lockout, drop the syringe
Vanity closes the door to stay
Elderhood awakens from his sleep filled day

Lining the crossroads of truth and fate
Overly attent the cynical state
Vague and unique like one marooned
Endlessly vast, the lining will wound