I have a secret to and I wont to tell the world.
I have a secret, but I can’t say a word.
I don’t want to disappoint them.
I don’t want shame them – anymore.
I seem to have so many hobbies,
Thousands of morbid fascinations.
How can I break my silence?
When I know it will only lead to violence.
A cloud of smoke fills my head.
And confusion sets in.
If I spread the news and share my views,
What will the damage be?
How will they cope?
How will they manage?
Is it my family that I’ll loose?
I put my neck in a golden noose.
But will it tame the beast inside?
They’ll shout and scream, run and hide.
For when the world sees me as I am,
“
Look at him.” They’ll say.
“
More a demon than a man.”