Beneath the mask of virtue, shadows play,
A dance of deceit in the light of day.
Words like honey, intentions unclear,
In the mirror, a stranger appears.

Promises woven in threads of gold,
Yet beneath, the heart remains cold.
Smiles that charm, eyes that betray,
A soul adrift in moral decay.

In silent corners, whispers reside,
Truths untold, secrets to hide.
The facade crumbles, revealing the lie,
Beneath the surface, darkness lies.

Oh, fleeting illusion of purity’s guise,
In the end, the truth will arise.
Shadows of hypocrisy, fading away,
As dawn breaks, heralding a new day.