It stood naked,
So helpless, so innocent, so pure.
Laying it\'s cards out on the table,
uncovering it\'s darkest secrets.
The time had long passed from the summer days,
the lying, deceitful days.
Where the sun would outshine the twisted truth,
creating a diversion,
so nobody could uncover its roots.
Yet the winter days stripped it from the truth,
left it with nothing,
but the lies that ate away at its soul,
until it could bare to live no longer.