Saviour

There are lovers that stay together even when they know they are no good for each other. They’re drawn to each other like moths to a flame. They both hate the way they’re living, they hate themselves, they hate each other, but they can’t seem to find an exit. They stay in their almost Hell until it becomes their comfort zone, what they’re used to. And when an out arises, they don’t take it because they’re scared. In their almost Hell they know exactly what is going to happen, and if they walk through that exit well who the hell knows, it’s dark and unknown. So they continue on their path and drive themselves and each other to the edge of a cliff until they’re flung over.