Secrets

You wither in my arms
crying black tears,
The bloody black charms
represents your fears.

Your heart is peirced
and shrivled small,
your eyes are smeared
and looking at all.

Your arms are cut
and your hands are cold
the razor box is shut
and your secret is told.

What can you do now?
It's to late
you might as well take that bow
there's no way you can escape
this fate...

So start all over
and try again
just this time
dont let that box open my friend.