Understated Truths

Being way too deep, where secrets lie,
The quiet truths begin to sigh,
Beneath the weight of hollow dreams,
Where silence drips like whispered screams.

A faded mirror cracks with age,
Reflecting tales that haunt a stage;
The laughter masked by veils of night,
Concealing fears from morning light.

In twilight's grasp, the heart unwinds,
And darkness finds what daylight blinds;
An echo lost in mournful halls,
Where every whisper softly calls.

The lies we weave are threadbare spun,
Yet in their fabric lies our fun;
For pain is ink upon the page—
We pen our sorrow’s cruel wage.

A phantom touch on skin so cold,
With every truth left untold;
These understated threads entwined—
Beneath the surface darkly shined.

Embrace the dusk where shadows creep,
For in this realm our secrets keep;
And though the night may cloak our fears,
It sings of all that disappears.