[aVorbiss]: 642.Random Scribblings of a Past Present.ChSe7en

{chapter Seven by Eleven.}

  Yet tears may have been in vain,
    but like the terrible rain,
  lungs bearing this sobbing pain,
  it wasted away all logic and order.


   so now DEAD can walk.


Able to fake, lie, and talk.




    Alone.










          Alone.




DEAD is alone.

     BOY is DEAD.




   HE is BOY.


       HE is...DEAD?