• No One Will KNow

    And the sinews of your heart;
    Pulled so tightly at the seams.
    Shall I sew you back together?
    Like your long forgotten dreams.
    And the blood upon the surface,
    Of the wine inside your glass;
    Will it stain?
    When you spill upon the carpet,
    It's happening again.
    The past comes back repeating,
    Your sanity retreating, to the darkened corners of your mind.
    You wish it all was over,
    The wine spills form your hand.
    And your monsters laughing greatly; how do they love the sport.
    All the secrets you were hiding,
    All the skeletons and skulls.
    They emerge from the closet, to steal you away.
    And then you are nothing but a stain.