Death has already claimed their connection,
wreaking havoc on the built bridge
and summoning tidal waves to crush the cement
and blood and bones that held them together.
Faith ceased its belief in forever,
stranding, hand in hand, in a sea of tempest
where hands conjured from hell desperately try
to grasp their final chance and destroy it.
Loneliness was never this present in their life,
but now it consumed their very will to live.
Every passing second, misery lingered.
Love once existing, now slowly being disfigured.
A single tear in the vast oceans of her eyes,
but his eyes painted no such pictures of beauty.
It was a wasteland of deceit and ill-fortune.
A last resort.
She whispered, tell me a single lie.
A destructive reply he whispered back, I love you.
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