Beneath The Guise: Navigating Trauma's Twisted Path Poem by Lilith Van'Nightinveil

In shadows deep where secrets lie,
A tale unfolds of pain and sigh.
Of hearts that ache and souls that cry,
Beneath the veil of a darkened sky.

Trauma's touch, a heavy weight,
Upon the shoulders, it does create.
Yet some would dare to desecrate,
To turn it into something they'd elate.

In whispered tones and hidden glances,
They weave a web of twisted dances.
Where empathy fades and lust advances,
Leaving behind shattered chances.

Imagine now a funeral scene,
Where grief and sorrow reign supreme.
Yet amidst the tears, a vile scheme,
As pleasure's pursuit becomes extreme.

A soul stands by, devoid of shame,
Their actions fueled by selfish aim.
To them, the trauma is but a game,
A twisted path to momentary fame.

But let us not be fooled by guise,
For beneath the surface, the truth belies.
Trauma is not for lustful eyes,
It's a journey through pain, where healing lies.

So let us stand against the tide,
Where empathy and respect abide.
And in the darkness, let us be the guide,
To honor the truth, where love resides.