A Secret's Decaying Case

Keeping a secret can sometimes make you feel like the burden is killing you slowly from the inside. As you try to cover up the pain from the outside you're only trapping the murderer in.

As the trapped words clog his first lung

His throat fills with the thick smog 

No gas mask can save him now, only his tongue

A swirling tendril trembles on the trigger

Still he keeps his jaw clamped shut

Russian roulette with one shaking figure 

Long lived fear has rusted the hinge

And screws dig into gaping wounds

As tears clutching onto his eyelash singe

The padded cushion of his rosebud lip

May seem plush to any visitor

But the stitches, in reality, are loosing grip

A true artist can cover any faults

With a slathering of oil here and there

The footstep of a paintbrush following the waltz

The layers only build up as cracks re appear

Until Van Gogh's starry night sits before you

Choppy strokes merge together through a threatening tear

Little would you know if below a prepped canvas, formed of barbed wire mesh 

Sat constantly cutting deeper into the secret's scarred flesh

Reviews

[Nirego]

Another great use of words and imagery. Although, it should be "losing" and "reappear".

[paperdaydreams]

Thanks, oops didn't notice that, I'll have to change it later :)

[Nirego]

You're welcome; it's very easy to read what we think we have written! I'm just a bit of a stickler for these things - you should be pleased that I had to resort to picking out typos to find something wrong!

[KeelyJane]

I liked your word usage. You created great imagery with them. Nice job on this one.

[paperdaydreams]

Thank you :)