No trust in this house
Lies all around
Skeletons in the closet
Secrets burried underground
Nothing becoming unhidden
All secrets, no play
Small little whispers
Got to get away
Mystic little corners
Cobwebs on the roof
Little children stay quiet
Of their existance, there is no proof
Quietness, all around
No noise, anywhere
Yet there is a family
Living here, somewhere
Hiding away, all their secrets
Living in their lies
And everything shall stay hidden
Until the last of them dies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem