Red Smoke

I appear like red smoke,

Annihilating your senses, smothering your gaze.

Breaking apart all your walls in one swift move,

Tantalising your unspoken thoughts into a loop.

 I am the finesse of red smoke;

As smooth as silk, as sharp as bitterly true words.

I am one of your perfect enemies,

But a languid friend to unmask your true identity.

I hate the pungent smell of white smoke,

Crush and kill lithely the blue ones,

Call sometimes the black counterpart my ally,

But red smoke is what defines me as I pass by.

For I am a keen keeper of your dark secrets

And sometimes importantly the real secret itself.

You hate me, they fight me, everyone knows me,

Yet even so, I hate those who triumph over me.

I appear like red smoke, I bear its finesse

I am your worst nightmare, your trouble,

I am fear.

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