Foreboding Secrets Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

All that is left of you is this pink ribbon.
I look at my bed what a mess.
A little boy in shambles.
An uncleanly scorn.
I feel it following like a knife held against my throat.
When I cough it will not be my blood I spit up.
A traitors son doing right by us tonight.
Do not waver.
In better favor, as mockery is to be bought and sold.
A compromise within the home.
The walls are falling.
They are crumbling beneath my feet and I see it as beautiful.
Because I'm not on the outside looking in.
With better understanding we might just mind our thoughts and tongues a little.
Upon inspection does the diamond in the ruff not show.
Maybe I prefer this shadow.
Less prying eyes.
Not that they can pierce what is with in.
It is the one secret I'll be keeping till death does me part from this world.