The words spoken with the greatest tenor are all too often the most false. Honesty manifests itself through hushed tones. Secrets mumbled just audibly enough to convey exclusion; they betray your true collusion. Inherently vapid and hollow words spoken clearly in the daylight are betrayed by a shifting glance, a quickened pulse.
Like a child of Janus, duplicity is written across your countenance. Thoughts themselves too fearful to stand in the light cloak themselves in whispers from a forked tongue, transforming a visage once beautiful to obscene. I speak these truths to myself, in hushed tones.