Pale Summer by Elay Arson

Something along the way went awry
Leaving New York City in the spring, broken, hobbled
There lay shattered dreams

Nothing could stop withering further
Aching nostalgia
Painful memories
Haunting feelings

Oil had spilled upon the beach
Teal waters sheened holographically
Everything inside had died

Pale summer

A man with a heavy metal dance music project.

Making synthesizers sound angry since MMXV.

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