how did it come to this?
the cold night made the space between you and i a great divide. it is the valley of death - perish all ye who venture. our words get echoed and eventually lost in the yawning void. its emptiness is as black as our souls, burnt beyond repair. the cold night made frosty by your biting words. each breath we utter is an icicle aimed straight for the hearts; we are a cavern full of icicles, its deadly points glittering in the darkness, each hanging precariously over our heads ready to fall and strike us down, strike us dead.
in the middle of the stone cold night - the hour of the dead - you and i are slowly dying.
until that one touch that brings us back to life, like jesus from the dead.
