Ideals of inconsistency

I beg of you tell me the truth

I want to know it all

Gently peel it back

Not so fast

Let me catch my breath

Step back

On second thoughts

Lie to me lie to me

Spare me the brutality

Wrap it in a wishful thought

What we really ask

Shades of truth

Filtered light

Hidden shadows

We just want a peaceful night

Confirmation of a good life

To see the light

First though we must know the night

-Camille Delaquise

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