Blank as the eye can see…
He sit's in his room, cold, alone, a bottle in one hand his phone in the other, he waits only for death because there is not much life left to live. Even his savior is disappointed in him, he has fallen, lost the battle he fought for so long only to dwell in the bottle, only to drink his tears. A life but lost to him, ever to be regained, you don't know him not the real him, stop pretending there isn't much of a world left, if one man can't save the world can he even bother to change it or have an impact. He is dead inside but death truly is inevitable, can he ever live again? Maybe but only through blood, not his blood, not your blood but maybe the blood of Christ.
RPG
Quote: "And that is Ricky."
RPG
Quote: "And that is Ricky."