~Not So Hidden~
...
Your history's a mystery
until the book flies open
and all the lies flutter out;
pages of untruth flapping
in the ill-winds of ill-words
voiced in the dead of night,
veiled by caught-red-hands,
held secret inside lying eyes-
kept hidden from the light
(or so you thought).
...
Your history's a deep mystery
until the pages are exposed
and the truth of you spills out;
pages of lost pride loosed
on the ill-winds of ill-words;
spoken like orchids wilting
-hidden in the gravish dirt-
kept so secretly in vacuous eyes,
held inside your brackish heart
(at least, you believed that).
...
Your history was such mystery
until I opened up my eyes
and recognized all the lies;
the pages of your deceit
-tossed in the ill-winds of ill-words-
voiced in the lying darkness,
veiled by blood-red murdering hands;
kept secret in your dark heart, and
untouched by truths' white light
(until I saw your shadow).