Dylan's p.o.v
Drifting to and from random places, I am invincible. Even if you tried to follow and catch me, a breakdown in communication will always occur. This dead church, a house of
ghosts, our once united nation. Unjustified means, silly sweet nothingness. Essential lifelines of mine, the faithful few, eight different helping hands. A little bit of sympathy and
empathy, my bleeding heart cries silently in the dark.