Perceptions

I am the night
My heart is ice
Never as false
Now roll the dice

My decadence is what you see
The shadows are inside
You think my shell is all of me
You cant see what I hide

Exquisite glamour permeates the fabric of my being
The pallid skin, ferocious eyes
To be seen, not for seeing

Those to me,who act far wrong
Are more like sheep, part of the throng
Their inability to find
Theirself
Is what has made them blind

Child of the night
Vodka on ice
Never as false
A life of spice.