Be not deceived for love is little more than the devils parody signing a sirens song. Into the dark the soul freely roams. Wayward winds tugging at the delicate strings of the hearts joy. Words and promises come so easy but fail to mean little more than a turned page. Forgotten promises written amongst wasted wood. Falling to the wayside with a tiny breeze love quickly dies. Words and words, lies and lies. The heart knows no difference, only the pain smothered with a trail of tears. Singing a song and whispering dreams in the lonely ears. Deception devours a life of knowledge all in the name of love. Pain soon overtakes as minutes becomes days and days become years but the hand the hand moves not. Tick tock, tick tock.