Hidden Well
Rising and falling,
Like a tide.
A song that is calling
From where I hide.
If I should breathe;
It would know.
That when I leave
I begin to show.
A happiness like no other,
Only shown to my friends.
Not founded by my mother
From which she sleeps in her den.
Slowly appearing only to dissolve,
A glimpse of what is there.
A residue trail throughout these halls,
A lullaby that is bare.
Tears and scars of its twisted affection,
Always a mask to wear.
A wish to not be part of this infection
Hidden beneath this dark affair.
A chance to escape
To be a flower against the wall.
This is the only place
Where I can’t fall.
Beautiful in my dying glory
A song yearning to be sung.
Of my pain with the morning,
From the rising sun.
Blended with the normality,
Only a few see beneath.
The truth of my mortality
That angels wish to cease.
A rejection to be deceitful
for I say the truth with these lips.
I will never be that kind of evil;
Where you continue to exist.