Sometimes I sit and grieve
a clasped hand over my sleeve
where I know that it is hidden
so terribly forbidden.

A way to get rid of sadness
most of all deep madness
I dread that crimson sight
and yet it brings delight.

I try hard to convince
to say its ever since
still I’m in denial
but in fear of unwanted trial.

They wont ever know
In my mind it likes to grow
I wonder through and through
if they only knew.

My mind is my safe haven
where rests that rich black raven
I think whatever I need
soon it will be time to bleed.

That time comes when
they tell me once again
and fill me up with guilt
and destroy all that I have built.


 
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