House of Cards

In our quiet moments,
We are at our vulnerable most,
The mask crumbles,
Distorted,
As if about to cry,
And like a house of cards it all falls,
Our failings, the drama,
The sham that our lives are,
Crashes with a vengance,
Its not a days affair,
Sometime it goes to the grave,
There is no hiding, no running from the presence within...
It finds you even if you are not willing to be found,
So neither fear the darkness witihin,
Nor the senseless chatter of people around you,
But beware of the pale golden light,
That in your quite moments will hunt you down,
Merciless in it's quest,
It'll strive to make a better man out of you.