Always in the back of my mind
But never intertwined
Close enough to sense it
Detached, deaf and blind
Everything a feeble glimpse
Faces in the mist
Ghostly images protrude
Hellish scenes persist
Indisputable remnants
Jolly as they are
Killing time to form a semblance
Love, it’s time to part
Many try and many die
Never to be seen again
Overtop the mountains
Perceiving gentle trends
Quitting is a step ahead
Relapsing, one back
Severance a final hit
Train veering off track
Underneath the surface
Voices seeming weak
Withering and lurking
Xeric tunnels reek
Yes it’s true that red and blue are colors to be seen, but
Zero out of one times you forget the color green
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