The Reaper in Sheep’s Clothing

Lost in your apparent innocence which hides without a trace,

my own villainy stares blindly at me in the face.

 

Skeletons, practicality and the chivalry that fled

make oddities and memories still linger in my head.

 

The simplest touch that took me there,

with no where else to go.

Some black and white photography that left it simply bare.

 

Expectancy of rarity and treasures of the soul?

Mislead only uncertainty and truths that take a toll.