Hidden Underneath

Some things mustn't be revealed to the world. No secret is a secret.

They need me to talk

The secrets were not ready to limp back 

into the ever letting fire owned by truth

Loud silence is my murderer 

I can not die a death that death finds peaceful

I can not die a death that death can not die itself

So I lay there carrying my secrets,

The urge to end the oppressive weight converges into my actions

 I will leave my prison with flying colors

I close my eyes and there rests darkness

All there resides there is darkness

All there will ever be is darkness

In that darkness I found peace

Peace to relive my anchor

They needed me to talk

Reviews

[Autonomous]

The burden of secrets is not an easy thing to carry. I get the point but to me the formatting is a little unclear. I had to read it twice to understand what you were trying to say. Nevertheless I hear you loud and clear.

[NotAproved]

Thanks, I appreciate it. I was tired when I wrote it. But thanks for the review.