Among the countless shades of blue
He still search for redemption.
The error is coded within those veins
Even the winds are screaming his Failures
Sanity has only thin armor now
What more could a man do
Other than search for his better half
Even in the harshest of storms.
The way out is through the ceiling
Shares his thoughts with a frog.
Hopes are scarce in that well
The pit of solitariness.