What I Can't Say.

I've got something to tell you.

A splatter of darkness on the tapes of canvas voices,

in your head.

I've got a secret to bestow upon you.

A faded photograph with stains on the glass,

stone faced, encrypted messages branded into your mind.

One thing, a murdered word, escaping unexpectedly; whisps of smoke.

Travel into your lungs like a demon and spread disease within.

A favorite sin.

Frozen lakes, though as deceivingly as they appear,

will crack underneath your trembling legs.

A quick splash will resonate within the area.

All will be forgotten.

All steps lost.

Except for why you trod upon a broken path.