Skeletons In My Closet

Skeletons in my closet

I wish to keep apart

From those dark messiahs like fake prophets

Till death do us part.

But if we unwind and go down the memory lane

Back to that untimed era with the remedying pain

Did some wrongs I couldn't repair

My thoughts have eaten me bare

Demons in my head appear everywhere

No guilt no regret, just a terrifying scare

Did some things in the past

That shouldn't see the light of day

Figuring out answers

Ways to approach it another way For me, its nothing,

But what I can or can't say.

But it isn't limited to small crimes

It gets deeper They haunt me everywhere any time

Like I laced it with aether.

Another chance even if I am to spend every dime

But still wouldn't change a thing,

Even if the road gets steeper and steeper.

By: Arman Yusuf