old boxes
filled with;
                   secrets
words muttered incomplete
body who's fragile;
                           was a liar
blank white pages;
                           was the one who writes
                           filling boxes with all lies
tell me lies,
the one who gets bruises
tell, i insist.


dear, tell me all of your secrets,
boxes filled with secrets.
                      the sounds of the fragile,
                      tell me who dies
                      when all the blood dries.


soft voice of cracks
where all the secrets lies
blank white page,
it was.
soaked by blood;
                           people of innocence.