White lies under white chandeliers,
Counterfeit mother's embrace.
Light of day fails to break,
Only echoes and memories now linger.

Dark truths inside dark caves,
Light of day flies the place.
Hissing, slithering and icy whispering,
With porcelain sanity with hammering breaths.
Creeping, crawling, cruel tricks of the mind.

Shrieks muffled in summer's love.
Reassurances mean nothing here.
So why ever search for them?
Why voluntarily risk it?

Falling into it is effortless,
Crawling back up is worth a prize.
For it's not just the fall that breaks people,
It is the climb back up that will haunt their days.