lost souls to be found
secrets be told
dead men tells tales
creeps down your spine
shudder at the cold touch
breath on thr nape of your neck
squeeze eyes closed tight
rant
ramble
tell all in mumbles and shudders
squeaky voice trembling
too scared to let loose
the beast must be caged
keep the front up
follow the stereotype,
the preset,
piss off the tiger to hide the cub
cowering tail hidden
teeth beared and glistening
small one.
act tough.
just keep covering the truth up.
hide the weak
afraid to be vulnerable
lay on you side to remain in high defence,
hide it all
bury the weak
feel the cold touch
the secrets slipping through your lips
tales glide their dead cold hands down your back
ice skating in hell
squeeze your eyes closed
banish the thought
grind your teeth
hold back
feeling exhausted
can't keep it back
the secrets are slipping
tripping out
breaking free
see the tiger hurt in the end.
lost souls,
pulling you in, pealing themselves out.
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i like the mental image this creates.
ReplyDeletethe only thing that seemed weird was how often you used "one's".