It's over.
The air begins to feel a little thin.
Everyone has left, only an unconscious you and and overly conscious I remain. Your demon left, everyone's demons left, and even He left. Although somehow I still feel His presence, as if He's still here in spirit.
We're waiting for the morning to begin
Its a good thing I got your jarred heart from the backseat of my car before it drove away.
I held the jar, and when I looked inside I saw it still held your heart. You will be okay, as will I,respectively. But we will never recover.
I realize now, your heart is for me to walk away with.
I know why God died. I began to understand why He died.
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A Car, A Torch, A Death
Short Storybefore reading, listen to the wonderful song 'A Car, A Torch, A Death' by Twenty One Pilots
