Secrets

My head was a
Haunted cemetery
Full of dead memories
With crooked
Rotting faces
That never
Rested in peace

The graves were
All dug up
By an old black dog
Interrogating the spirits
With dirty paws
Searching for secrets
It never found
Because the corpses
Claimed not
To have them

God was away
On business
The day all Hell
Broke loose
When the last tomb
Had been emptied
And the dead
Made a pact
With the hound
To drive me
Insane
After realizing
The secrets
Were mine
To keep


Β©James Dennis Casey IV

 

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