| Compressed Secrets in perfect love and perfect trust, spirital attire turned to wanted lust. staisfaction, pleasurable pain, rasing fears of physical vain. echo's inside my intimate life, a wish to be free. from my blood tears that i carry for you in a compressed secret of me. i survive that life by the roll of a dice, inside i think, i dont feel, instead i plea that i can be free from this heart of steel. i live my thoughts through th plam of my hand, six sides decide my doom, head like a rock spinning round and round that swollen hurt in a compressed room. the room i clutch inside my mind where i can be happy, i undo the pain and make me sane the secret is lax and then i'm me. Poem index |