You are a color on the horizon sharp, diffused. You are a whisper in my silence heard, refused. You are a shadow on the rearview cherished, used. You are a fraction of my deception mollycoddled, abused.
You are my secret, dark, twisted and leashed. You are my horror kept inside, unseen. I shooed my thoughts, burnt the malady. I deafened my senses blinded my dreams. Then The radio-silence The tortured screams The clandestine pain The aghast belief. Erased? Maybe, will never be.