The strata of secrets
Found in the cleft of thy heart,
Has made freedom soar
Into the dark clouds,
to rain upon thee
Hailstones of depression.
Thou at left with
a skeleton of you,
Cloned carefully with
pounds of lies and
ambience of deceit.
Your simplicity
traveled to the moon.
Revealing thy decay
only at seasoned night;
Those travailing nights
when there are no eyes to please!
Thy tongue seeks
an escape route by
uttering appealing lies,
which entangles much more
than stolen pleasure!
Thou at been declared
a willful prisoner by
the pungent secrets
Hidden behind those smiles!
A tale of thy being abuse by demons:
Blood sucking,
Makes thy body shivers at noonday
A tale of thy struggles at night
the constant nightmare
Thy eating of flesh
and dinning in a lake.
A tale of time spent
With thy sister's husband
the betraying cuddles
and numerous give away!
A tales of thy lost womb
A tale of thy talisman;
The purchased favor oil
The sacrifice; thy doted tongue.
A tale of thy drowning
In addictions and thy
Secret plead for a savior!
Has made you look
like a humming young bird
beaten by the rain!
Cast now away the coals
laying in strata's below!
And If the truth
prices thy life!
Thou must have won
a moment of peace!
and a true life beyond!
Thy condition is critical
And thou at non living!
Take away the layers of secret
and live again!
