Voices shrill,
Through facade wail
Un-enlightened, darkness reigns
Numerous truths,
Lies masked real
Rose-coloured glass, by
Crimson tears destroyed
Gasping beneath,
Moistured salt chokes
Fervent strokes,
Slow-motion panic
Alas peace,
Waves caress all wounds
- J.G. Smith (03/09/05)
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