Deciever's Finery

Deciever's Finery

So simple yet mysterious
A mask that hides your truth
Words. theyre so confusing
Like your delacite face
Or smile- so accusing.

Like when I hold your hand i feel
This air of cynicality
As if I'm being puppetted
Or your gonna stab my back
My soul is being buffetted.

So can this ever be
Or are we made of porcelin
Forever beautiful
But a single nick and gone-
Anything but merciful.

If you were to disrobe
The mirror would not show you bare
One more garment I can see
Forever haning on your skin-
The Deciever's Finery.