For thine is the kingdom

Between the idea and the reality we fall into the shadow
Mindlessly longingly tumbling down to ashes.
It’s been over 500 days since the joke was made
And still I sit here gazing up at you
From the core of the earth.
They live hollow lives
But we fit together so well,
Like two sisters huddled for heat.
The storm beats outside our bodies,
And the touch of others is strangely excitingly foreign now.
We wove around ourselves a dream world so sweet
So comfortable so exposing.
Fully-clothed we saw through flesh and blood
To feel the pain of a hot beating heart,
A breath and a thousand miles away from life.
Was the world jealous to taste our innocent simplicity?
So full of remorse that it ended us in a whimper?
Do not spit me out for my sins.
I was not lukewarm;
I was simply hollow.