In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows dance with fleeting grace,
Lies a heart wrapped in deceit,
Hiding behind a smiling face.

Words of honey drip from the tongue,
Yet intentions lie in tangled threads,
Trust is woven with fragile strings,
As sincerity quietly fades.

Beneath the veil of crafted charm,
A storm of contradictions brew,
Promises made with empty breath,
Leaving a trail of broken truths.

In the end, the mask will fall,
Revealing the hollow depths within,
For in the eyes of those who see,
Lies the mirror of the soul’s true sin.