I'll pack you.
I'll pack you right away, hidden under the dust, hidden under the bed.
I'll forget about you.
Or I'll attempt too.
I almost forgot about you, and then went looking.
Under the bed.
There's a reason your under the bed.
It means your close but out of sight. Out of my sight.
You're the reminder of pain, you're the reminder of happier times.
A time which is blurred, filled with lies.
Your suitcase, why is it empty?
How could I forget about you dear suitcase, I choke when I find you.
Dust of the past invades my lungs, a taste of stale, a smell of fear.
I'm afraid to move you back under the bed.
You just stare at me.
Zipped up tight; you won't reveal any secrets to me.
Your the magican and I'm the audience
I already know all your secrets Mr. Magican...
Sir, Sir, are you ready?
Because I am the suitcase of Pain.
And I'm ready to board now.