secret secret, secret secret
sing to me, sing to you
so when will i
see the end?
count your days
can you feel the tension
calling you, pulling you
choking your neck?
secrets secrets
solemnly waiting
shadows gathering
singing softly
count your days, count my days
chant your last, chant my last
clandestine moments increase
cry your pathetic tears, at last
suffer suffer, suffer always
scream your lungs out
secrets will stay secrets
so clandestine pleas die with you
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Life's Memorabilia
PoetryIn haste to make light , one must first conquer darkness A battle between white and black But no one ever seems to mention the murky gray mixtures in between As the quietness of silence covers my ears, I plead to heed my words For there is just so...
