~~ a lie with-in I die ~~

It was worse than fear today            
 Atop the terror through clattering jaw            
 nothing of the pain will lick our shame            
 smooth, marble statues with chiseled off faces            
 red forces covered with the drippings of strangers            
 salted tears or lonesome rain            
 insight piercing screams and stifled groans            
 presenting a veneer of tranquility            
 with a permanent hold...  a wealth of sores            
 Like the calm air and water in the eye of the storm            
 As the shell all around us bares a silence golden            
 with-in a sin covered canopy brightly adorned                
           
           
                            -M