boys & girls; this is hell.
The life we all lead, with our black jeans and black testimonies; testimonies of each other. How we spite the current situation and wish for something better. & better. &better. & better. Hell is where you hold my hand and tell me it's cold. No, not my hand but how our love is cold. I shrug and nod; I know when our love has run dry and cold; just like you and me. How we have become old and rough. Rough. & Rough. Rough & &. How your love for me has washed away and my love for you never sat at the shore; but only in the thistle of my heart. Hell isn't some damnation that one exalt human deserves; no. Hell is where every human creature belongs; because I believe that's where we were all born. We will all be due to reach our potential; and when that potential is never met where do we return? Where do we start? We are thrown down in the deep sea and declare hell.
Hell is defined as the current state of being; never progressing never moving. The modern dependence, of made decisions and disfigured thoughts; yes. The modern dependence of you and me and the life we lead. Lead to no where but unknown.
so, boys and girls.
we are hell.
