It started with us, you and me.
Just us ignoring the world.
It was love till the end.
The end that never happened, but was interrupted.
I understood what it was, I wanted it.
Fuck, I still want it.
I knew you, what you were trying to do to me.
We went down a road that lead straight to hell. The kind I didn't, couldn't wish on anyone.
But myself.
Interrupted by...fate?
A fate I don't believe in.
But I believe in you. I believe in you completely.
You and all your hellish glory. I divulged in your fury. So when that fate intruded, I felt completely lost.
Lost like when I never knew you. So now I crave you. I lie here and fantasize about you. Thinking of when our paths will cross again. How they will cross again.
So I can continue down, down deep on our road to hell.
When I can finally travel to the end with you.