In shadows cast by truth's reflection,
Lies whisper soft in broken tongues.
The puzzle piece, a heart's objection,
To solitude where silence clung.
The ugliest truth wears no disguise,
It fragments as it bends and breaks.
Beneath the surface, quiet sighs,
Reveal the dreams that waking shakes.
Listen closely, for the echoes tell stories untold,
fragmented voices in the corridors of gold.