A breath of air should be more refreshing, less asphyxiating, a corridor tightening.
A chamber of secrets. Hopes, and truths untold.
My eyes would tell it best, if you could read the code.
It's all bubbling in my throat.
I'll keep these trembling lips closed.
Elusive to my dreams, exclusive to an untold tale,
It may be my sanity that holds my insanity close.
And i wont explode, if these pins keep my heart in tact.