He feels the soft grainy sand beneath his fingers,
The salty taste of the beach water lingers;
As he dives deeper into the ocean,
Feeling no sense of emotion.
The crystals of time stop,
The sounds of a pistol pops;
Breaking the silence,
Nothing left but violence.
Blood splatters onto the white sand,
He keeps shouting commands;
Everyone stands stock still in fear,
Everything is unclear.
A splash of color,
Waves of light,
Sparks of white,
Left in squalor.
A rush to the head,
The familiar taste of lead;
He collapses,
Falling into another relapse.
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