The Third

I watched,

I saw,

her suffering.

She had no qualms,

about living like that.

But I worry,

and they worry

for her.

She's breaking,

dying,

and wilting away.

For this single death,

has taken her world.

Now she's here,

along with me,

watching the youngsters

killing themselves,

like she had.

They live,

like the walking dead.

Alive, yet not.

The dead won't come back,

only you can go towards death.

So we shall grant ourselves a wish now.

We'll give them back,

what we took,

and once again, they will live.