They lie upon a face of life.
They veil their secrets within
their mind. A shroud of shadow
conceals their fear. And yet,
...
Illuminating the darkness
They reflect the moonlights glow
Unraveling and exposing
Their pale white petals
...
Oblivious
They lie upon a face of life.
They veil their secrets within
their mind. A shroud of shadow
conceals their fear. And yet,
you think their intentions are pure.
Innocence is not what they behold.
And innocence is what they are
preying on. A sense the uncertainty
can fill the air. As of yet, the
innocents, oblivious, unaware.
As of late, the untainted, fall victim
to the unknown. Who now, bares
its fangs, into your beguiled soul.