Let me tell the story of a boy,
Bright with colors, lips a shade of pink,
And a countenance ever so bright.
Of a boy pale and sick,
Dying from the inside out.
His soul on his hands, withering.
Of a boy at sea,
Alone on a skipping raft.
Like gold fading into dust
Of a boy wandering the earth
With a void so deep, that not even
The deepest cuts could spark a twitch.
A boy dead from hate, and damned by faith.
This is the story of a boy dead,
But living: a mobile corpse.
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