𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

IV

Time.

Time is just an object,
Time is made to slowly destroy everything,
You can't turn back time,
Can't beat the time,
We're all slowly dying.

Except for him.

He was immortal,
He was perfect,
He was everything,
He was time itself.

But, as I stand in the midst of the grass,
His words still ring true in my ears,
Why must he shout?
Why must he scream?
My boy doesn't do that,
My boy is calm, sweet, gentle,
He wouldn't do that.

The wind blows through the willows around me,
They whisper to me,
'Don't go. Stay with us.'

My name is Dylan Alvarez.
Remember the name.

Please.