If it happened, who knows what would result.
She can go blind from all the corruption,
Or even find she can care for me, and hate me not.
What will I find in her? Whats beyond beauty in seduction?
Maybe the so called love would just disperse.
In truth and lies we would know it all,
All the black from the white.
I'll know her greatest mistakes
She will know its myself I always fight.
What will we find threw our secrets.
Desperation could soon secrete,
If I fail to care for her,
I've already been lost in my own defeat.

If we knew eachothers secrets, what would we find we hide?
Will it be the sense of satisfaction, Lost and Deprived?
Maybe, we will find the Apathy behind doors after doors so heavily confined...