It's a dirty secret that nobody knows, you have it stuck in your throat with desire and addiction.

You are with the armed words and your hands are marking your skin in red lines,

your despair is a clue.

The songs are on repeat

you are balance is a broken light

with empty bottles, this is a cry of sadness.

Still, it's a secret

you have it written on your eyelids,

you repeat it when the bed is cold

and the mind is screaming

You reveal it when the veins are burning

and your eyes cry dry tears with closed lips.

Ta.