Secret keeper for…

The whole fucking world…its like, hey, she has no life…why not make her find out all of our horrible secrets and eat her heart out trying to figure out how to ignore them and pretend she never realized what was really going on…

Well, since no one ever really asked me if I wanted to become synonomous with Pandora’s box, locked up tight so as not to bring harm to the world, I guess i’ll just have to suffer my fate in silence…I wrote this at work while dwelling on the subject at hand…It’s called, obviously, "Secret keeper"…

The secret keeper

keeper of secrets

in a trunk-like mind locked tight.

Don’t open your mouth

lest they may fall out.

The watcher of moments in silence and care

dangerous though it may be

wandering thoughts from Pandora’s closed box

return them to where they belong.

The words and the visions that only you know

must remain behind closed doors of your soul.

For the secret’s not yours to do with what you want

so just keep still, observe and behold.

The pain and turmoil that wreak havoc within

are strangers to your peace of mind.

They follow the secrets you’re forced to retain

in return for thanks you’ll never find.

The quiet one’s life is lonely at that

for in no one is he to confide.

So down his lonely road

in his slow, solemn mode

to the hiders he will be a guide.

He’ll keep his head down

not a smile nor a frown

will alight on his neutralized face.

He’ll move slowly behind

but the force that will bind

you to him is the pleasure you waste.

The words and the visions that only he knows

must remain in the depths of his soul

For the secrets they try

to break free and to fly

so he’ll just keep still, observe and behold.