and then, they promise to not vow promises.
Only in need of hugs and crossing arms.
Picking up their shattered ecstasies,
piece by piece.
Holding hands for every single time,
she has nightmares that she tries to devour,
he has to force his smile while his memories flooded with sorrow.
They knew it.
They are finite.
So, they wish they are nearer.
Demanding to eliminate their fear.
For falling over once again,
in the crater of trying in vain,
in facing the devils for bargain.
They pray someone could save them,
and if there is,
they might not turn back as it is already a deal.
To continue their steps through up the hell.
As long as they are in it together,
taking care of each other,
until they bid their farewell.
