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A ballad to all secrets
It’s a secret 
 I wish I could just paint it all out
 For you to see
 What that man has done to me
 But it seems
 Almost as if the train has left
 The ship its harbor
 And all that’s left is this deep resentment I harbor
 But I want to scream it at your heads
 Smash your eardrums
 LISTEN make it something you’ll never forget
 I bet
 The fact will simply rip out your hearts to see
 The devils sin has conquered me
 It is not my fault they say
 But my conscience is devouring my brain, I pray
 I have never done that before
 So when will this acid stop to implore
 To burn my breath and everything that’s kept this inside is ready to fly
 And die, like fallen angels dropped of from the skies
 My memories just don’t seem to care
 About the useless part human I bare
 I felt it knocking, grinning like the hunters in a witch hunt
 Waiting for the signal to start, they scratch at my pores
 Having tools to open these doors
 And I can hear it – the anthem
 Of the deadly and inhumane starting
 I can see the angles of those doors parting
 With my rotten beaten center crippled to the core
 I am a w****
 Physically and mentally abused
 I got used, to my tears being useless
 Still my frantic eyes aren’t a mess
 Not yet
 They remained clear to see
 Me and my whole soul’s destruction
 Imagine I inherited this apocalyptic consumption, and its there
 The age of time pulling out my youthful hair
 I go bald
 I wish I wouldn’t care about him or her
 Well I do
 I need to be careful when walking
 Cause people are talking and I might
 Trip on this open shoe
 It is dragging, I know it is time to die
 To be reborn
 My blood flow stopped, as all is worn
 Doctor I can not tell you what’s wrong
 My words are too long
 Even for myself to speak the truth
 I’m embarrassed for my own anarchy’s youth
 But truth
 I like to say you have no idea
 When it’s clear, ALL OF US HAVE BEEN THERE BEFORE
 Still it’s hard
 To describe the state that I’m in
 Here’s a hint
 It’s a secret
 And with time I’ll loose my essence in it.

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