In the quiet whispers of the night,
Lies a tale spun with intricate might.
Threads of deceit weave through the air,
Manipulating hearts without a care.

Eyes that glisten with false intent,
Promises made, but never meant.
Puppet masters pulling the strings,
Unseen hands, the chaos they bring.

Shadows dance in the flickering light,
Concealing truths from our sight.
Sweet words mask the bitter lies,
As trust crumbles and slowly dies.

Yet in the dark, a spark remains,
A hope to break free from these chains.
To unveil the masks and see the real,
To reclaim the truth and start to heal.