We held hands with mixed emotions,
whispered words of surreptitious acts.
We sat, fingers crossed, promises hidden
within the circle of our confinement,
watching the raven call our name.

We watched the man ingulfing in fire,
running aimlessly into his lies over
and over,
dodging his truths within his reality,
battling the demons with bits and pieces of
his sanity scattered among our trail.
We began to laugh,
but the more we laughed the more he cried,
the more we shed the the more fire was fed,
his flesh now gone a new man stood forward,
his mind was now an open book,
we sat and laughed.

We shared the same hearts, beating sin in
unison,
tears streaming of our forbidden love we hid for
no one to see,
we saw the man ingulfing in flames but never said a word,
if we say we will be exposed,
but no,
we won't give up.

We stared, unnerved,
as the man walked just bone,
and cursed us that forever we will be bound to Hell's surface,
but we only laughed,
what such a man is he?
But if we say we'll be exposed,
but no,
we won't give up.

I promised to keep the words locked up,
but my fingertips traced the surface of sanity,
and unleashed this demon within me,
but to write such a thing among paper to confuse
the audience is much more 'comforting' thing as sitting
watching us read psalms written across our palms to never
get caught,
but if we say that we'll be exposed,
but no,
we won't give up.