Songs of Milan

Dark Times 🌚

how could i even begin to tell the world about you?

i was taught that a closed heart doesn't get fed, so i keep mine open..that this bond became a double edged knife as your wound became mine..that i had to suffer the way life made you suffer and bleed until my veins ran dry...how could i even begin to tell the world about you if i didn't envision breaking in these positions or that i'd never love again if you were my predestined

i bleed from my hands when i cannot feel you, lost my grip and tumbled down into your twisted hysteria warping each cut around our veins, lost touch with all sanity and played film projections with our demons hand in hand.. two walking suicides

but i had to wake up..

cry for me why won't you? for my soul possesses what you love most.. command attention.

i was crying when i met you, and now i'm dying just to love you.. trained my heart to be hollow in your possession, i even stretched my soul for miles to paint this love across your chest to no avail, my heart has lived and died muffling it's rhythm, constantly dismembering and rebuilding my mind that followed behind for a delusion so pretty and devouring.. but all beauty is pain..unmasked your heart to find it divided and bruised inside.. i was taught to be afraid.. afraid that one day you would wake up and just like that.. no longer love me.. we give and take flying bullets to bring us back and obey the prophecy of our hearts affliction, my sweet cynical addiction that brought arson to my mind.. i live and die to be reborn by this circumstantial love.. but we never compromise.. this love lives and dies on your terms.. can we focus on the love ? i think i think too much of you

we needed to wake up..

our once sweet demons grew cold and malicious feasting on these tears as their banquet and heart for dessert.. the games you played were never fun..
we needed to wake up..

you blackened my eyes but i kept running,. your soul grew weak and touchable..only one of us could be free.. my eyes stayed shut and your screams fell faint.. the day the blade broke your skin the dark seized your mind in the middle of a suicide session.. the morning followed and you were fine..

how could i even begin to tell the world about you ?
you don't know my brain the way you know name, you don't know my heart the way you know my face ..

Part One .