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Secrets
Skeletons in the closet?
I've got a cemetery in mine.
Rotting lies and decaying memories
Forever buried under the regret of death
Wrenched away by cruel fate
Shoulda woulda coulda
Will I do it all again?
Smeh maybe I will
Who cares if Death is a sin?
Secrets are best kept hidden
Like a festering wound
Or the cuts and carvings on your thighs
Like the slits in your wrists
Braided and white
Or the gashes in your flesh
So purple and pale
If I could paint
It'd be a portrait of my pain
Reminding do-gooders of my nature
Killing those who keep me sane
I've got a cemetery in mine.
Rotting lies and decaying memories
Forever buried under the regret of death
Wrenched away by cruel fate
Shoulda woulda coulda
Will I do it all again?
Smeh maybe I will
Who cares if Death is a sin?
Secrets are best kept hidden
Like a festering wound
Or the cuts and carvings on your thighs
Like the slits in your wrists
Braided and white
Or the gashes in your flesh
So purple and pale
If I could paint
It'd be a portrait of my pain
Reminding do-gooders of my nature
Killing those who keep me sane
Published 31st Aug 2012
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Very morbid.. I love the first two opening lines. I also enjoyed the build up to the final line,
"Killing those who keep me sane"
Nice job
"Killing those who keep me sane"
Nice job
