June 17, 2025
Quietly, I whisper into your ear,
A little secret you can never know.
A bit of worry, a bit of my fear,
A rippled part of me I cannot show.
I have never understood who I am,
I have never understood who you are.
It only matters that I have been damned,
Desperation within a dark grimoire.
I do feel joy, I still feel happiness,
So what secret am I claiming to hide?
With mankind’s thousand cuts of nastiness,
I fear I am already dead inside.
My soul isn’t lost, I simply cannot see,
Blinded by the evil all around me.