There are words trying to escape,

and they must be watched at all times,

carefully.

 

Imagine what they would do,

if I wasn't around to watch them,

organize themselves on the pages?

 

What secrets would be revealed,

and what mysteries would they tell?

 

Oh,

how the skeletons would dance,

for all of us,

despite our consciously spun life stories,

where we never feel responsible for the evil.