The world around shatters,
pain is all that's felt,
death an infliction,
hidden inside a cave.
Anger a foundation,
of actions that arise,
longing to find,
an understaning.
Peace no longer present....
Signs, escape, wonder....
unpleasent sight....
filth...
Sunday, June 17, 2007
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