Book of secrets

In this book of secrets I shed my skin

Like a snake, bare the soul within

I poured a bottle for every battle scar, every time I cracked my heart

left battered it never fell apart, held together with gaffer tape paper art

The cries for help, the whelped screams of a distorted dream

the times in between where all seemed serene and peacefully clean

I crawled through the dirt, the pain and the hurt

could have stopped, let the sun do its worst, burnt in this empty desert

You never loved, or cared, the words you said were just dead air

like a solo flower in a landscape of despair, your beauty hid your deceiving stare

I cried at night, knowing I was never your highlight

tried to fight, hold back the floods, but no good could come when love was not right

In this book of secrets I draw my demons

the ones that scream in my ears when others are sleeping

the dark lords of places of fire, where tortured souls beg for them to tire

who yell in my head that I'll never amount to much, may as well just retire

Their words sting, they pierce deep into my skin, infecting everything

I believe them of course, its my curse to always doubt my goals and dreams

to believe that I'm a freak, that my face makes people shriek

the demons have a way of making this feel true, with every word they speak

This book, its secrets held, some I'll tell, some I'll hold till my final bell tolls

I'll fight to get on, roll with the punches, try to avoid the dark holes

the story has many pages to fill, still have ink to spill

a song in my heart, a life to live and some time to kill

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.