Dark truth

Your dark truth stays locked up inside

A gaggle of demons

You bear in silence

Tormenting you

Under a coveer of night

Bleeding in

And staining present time

Sadly you may be feared

If you try and tell many

Its the way of the world

Perhaps the torment of horrors

You cannot speak

Would fall on deaf ears

Or be ricocheted back

“Return to sender”

By those who could not bear to hear of it

But still

That poison screw will turn and turn inside you

Making you bleed

Until you release these dark secrets

Who knows if the telling

Will turn your wounds

Into scars

And stem the bleeding

But you must try

Or else you will be screwed

Wedded to a terrible fate

You participated in

But never consciously chose