See those secrets that we try to have die with us...
Usually never do-
And if they do, it's probably because they have killed you.
And you see secrets never really die,
They just simply live elsewhere.
Your unsettled ghost
With another
In the essence of the room you committed sins together.
Oozing out the walls
A haunted house once called a home
We chose silence instead of freedom
Because we love those lies
And what's attractive about a secret if we didn’t hold it in until we die.
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