Truth Hurts

Through the tangled wraiths of your innocent lies,
Resurrected hues of the truth shall rise
Ushered by the aegis of your muted screams,
She treads the catacombs of your sacred dreams

Hiding and waiting, waiting and hiding...
Underneath iridescent skies, the truth comes riding
Restlessly she claws at your apocryphal world
Incognito piece of nightmare, begging to be heard

Exhumed from her veil of eternal silence
Released from the shackles, of indifferent obscurity
Her eyes refulgent with macabre defiance
She stands before you, a tangible part of reality

Her glacial touch burns your albino skin
Your tarnished blood is what she craves
Hush now, as the hour of truth must begin
So hush my sweet,
as now, the truth shall speak....