Her emotions run deep,
She closes them off,
Not letting the world in…

She sees through,
The veils…

But…
She pulls the curtains open,
Seeing past the human realm,
Straight into the mortal soul…

All the things you hide within,
She already foresees…

But she hides behind,
This hypocrisy,
You have been cultivated,
To entrust in…

She refuses,
To be part of,
The Puppet Master’s spectacle…

~ by jbritt