Saturated hues and faded smiles
bring burning sensations of nostalgia
to a time where he saw in her blue skies
the man he would become
Somehow dark grays surged through
he struggled to fight it
but succumbed he did to the fog
a mist he cannot shake
Synchronized dark blues rip through him
he knows the night will hunt him
ravage his mind and revive his treads
he must find his feet
Staying afloat, he continually tries
he must let himself sink
to feel the pain of the deep
to see if there is still a need
to fight the current
Tonight, he may not resurface
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