Deception ~ The Cruxshadows
She cries,
children often do...
when they're cold,
and hungry too.
Come closer,
look deeply in her eyes...
so delicate,
quite unlike her smile.
Life clinging backwards, in the fall of dread confusion.
Still this silence, gnaws upon your fingertips,
cold, yielding breath for instant isolation...
far more sinister that the price of doubt.
Yet you remain,
still you remain...
and she says
Pray for daylight,
pray for morning,
pray for an end to our deception.
