Secret
There is a dark corner where illusion ends
And the web of sticky withholding begins
It starts with a story and ends with a knife in the back or stomach
Either way your handy friend, becomes a hunter from a victim
Foolish cowardice disguised as loyalty
Honor and vengeance are brothers
Doomed to die on the battlefield of regret
The road is long
Worn boots give way to bloody feet
Siberia waits with open arms
Allowing all to enter but none to leave
Kolyma will eat your flesh and bury your bones
In the bog of labor camp 682
The excitement to tell will eat the gut
A worm in the belly that will not leave
This secret is too much to bear
The poison of which robs me of my very breath
Of this precious life I carry
Where can I hide this woeful lament this obligation of doom?
Perhaps it is a dream and it will fly away to the moonlit silent night
Leaving my heart to thaw by this spring morning dew
