One Melody With Two Heart Pulses

There are no tears left to cry

All that was felt and said has become oblivion

There are no scars left to hide

All the hurt and agony has been imprinted onto the mind and traced down by the heart

There are no words left unsaid

Our tongues have submitted themselves to silence

All we hear now are diversions from mental unrest from within

Trying to hold onto what has already been gone

The emotional illusion, that we're clinging onto a life jacket that won't let us drown

While in reality we're in bondage with destruction, for how it numbs us from feeling alive

The extent of my sane living solely depends on the amount of fire burning, for which I've been gaslighting these memories of ours to non-existent

Trying my all best to rehabilitate my heart

But it seems being after you is an obligation that saves me from being stuck in a prison

But you being a prison itself has me being a prisoner to a prisoner of your own self

We're dying from an equal sentence of insecurities conquering over us

Yet 'us' is a label of a product we both consume for our own abolishment

Dying steady slow from within

There'll never understand how hard it is to be strong on the outside while broken in the inside

Yet again the eyes are a window to the soul while it's tormented to a ghost

We will never be the same again, because the word 'same' was our torn hearts that will never look the same again

Constant personal vendettas with ourselves will never cease to let us escape the maze again

Running in circles again, nearer to the same edge that had our pulse breaking character from edge

But we've already fallen more than our fingers could count and more than our heart's could ever compensate.