In the quiet whispers of the night,
Truth hides behind a veil so thin,
Shadows dance with deceit’s delight,
Where honesty struggles, lies begin.

Words painted with a silver tongue,
Promise dreams that never wake,
Trust, like fragile glass, is flung,
Shattered by the choices we make.

Hearts once pure, now stained with doubt,
In the web of secrets, they are caught,
The path to light seems all but out,
Yet hope lingers, though dearly bought.

In the end, the truth will rise,
Breaking chains of false pretenses,
For in the mirror of our eyes,
Lies reflect their consequences.