The Masked Silence

Your lies cling to me like second skin,

Every secret drips with savage sin.

A smile hides what you can’t control,

A forbidden script on a fractured soul.

“Trust me… I’m telling the truth.”

I search your eyes for something real,

Cracked devotion I strive to feel.

I danced in your illusion, blinded by your glow,

A puppeteer holding my strings in shadow.

In the maze of your mind, I lose my way,

Trust is a weapon you wield to betray.

Yet I’m drawn to the poison on your tongue,

In your deception, I’m undone.

oh-oh… my truth, your lies,

oh-oh... where redemption dies.

Every confession one step too late,

A dagger cloaked in mirrored fate.

I’m shattered glass reflecting your game,

Breaking still by your burning name.

“And I wanted to believe…”

You mold me with your hollow chances,

I still taste your phantom dances.

My heart caught in an endless spin —

Loathing what you stole within.

In the maze of your mind, I lose my way,

Trust is a weapon you wield to betray.

Yet I’m drawn to the poison on your tongue,

In your deception, I’m undone.

“Tell me something true… just once…”

In our fractured dance, I bleed, I bleed,

Craving what only trust could seed.

Your lies are art — but I'm not free,

I’m haunted by the ghost of what you promised me.