Caved-In
Imagine, a(n) extremely freezing night, frosted windows,
goosebumps on our skin, entwined hands, legs crossing over
another, her breathing in your ear, my breathing seen
in the air
We hold each-other dear, not letting go; we remember why we came, the gods of hell and heaven fighting over us, god of heaven "They have done good." But, the god of hell, "They have done all evil."
We're stuck in between, Hell and heaven on earth, we treat society with kindness.
We are the human race, we're tall, short, smart, slow, happy, sad, sick, kind, free, bored, regretted, pained, loved, unloved, hopeless, burdened.
I'm Caved-In.
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