Saturday, August 17, 2013
The night knows all of our indiscreet sins.
It watched us while we danced naked and spinning drunk in the honeycombs of the moonlight’s sweet pride.
I see you through my dual mm. eye.
You cannot hide.
I know your exhausting sins and I crave your appetite for lust.
Break the silence with your screams of delight.
Cover your nakedness with mine.
I am everywhere.
Posted by milan_millan at 3:52 AM
Friday, August 2, 2013
Not too often, but sometimes I reach the lower heights of melancholia
hoping to linger just long enough to catch a buzz ennui.
And then I plunge back down to hell and I try to make the best of it.
And I exist.
But for the most part
I live to suffer.
Posted by milan_millan at 9:28 PM