nocturnal

 
shadows squander secrets
they are precious
spilled from a demented mind

insidious, these thoughts speak
they tell of an undoing
I sit in wonder listening to the madness
what has been done can't be undone

it is finished

even this treachery was foreseen
is there no fascination yet in life?
bleeding metaphors the dead talk

burning in deed they fall
deep into a pit but even this place speaks
it tells me unspeakable things
I reside there though I walk the earth

spilling secrets of the unknown