The Misery And The Syn

I: Syn

She's battled her demons yet she's still alive.
A dark cloud follows her every where.
Twisted and cold, but faithful always.
She is untrusting until trust is earned.
Frightened by love and the lightening above.
Her smile is rare, but when its there.
You're not her enemy.
She loves the silence and solitude.
A morbid mind filled with grime.
A past that haunts her everyday.
If for once one could stand in truth.
Before her and make her feel real.
And forever will be meant, without regret.

II: Misery

Confident in all she knows.
She embraces shadows for the thrill, not to hide.
Sometimes cold, sometimes bitter.
She is poison to all she infects.
Unless you're the cure.
Her power is greater than she knows.
For she can not be read clearly at all.
Though deep inside there shines a light.
Calm and clear, pure without fear.
But what lies in mystery can kill the heart.
Thus will again be a bitter depart.
If revealed all that is true.
Then this key may be at last found.
And this world ours to astound.