A place without a view and curtains drawn,
nobody could get in, except by force.
Two doors, that’s all we saw, but what went on?
If secrets were a room, then this was yours.
I liked to think its walls were red and gold.
It’s where you went when you had been with me.
Sometimes I thought the smell of it proved mould;
another truth behind these doors maybe.
You kept the creature in that room, I know
there was no other option, no such way.
The secret of your live would not just go,
you kept it in its cage and made it stay.
Your truth, the one that you still feed with lies
will live forever as your own surmise.