As the heavy, rusty door of my Inner Sanctum
slowly opens and the blinding light of day
drifts in, I now bring you a tale from
my life’s secret weaknesses and sins.
Exposed to the naked bone for all inquiring
eyes to devour. Things only a few know even
at this later hour.
I come here and tell you this,
for the sand in the hour glass is
running out, but first you must vow to
secrecy for there are those who would,
if they knew…jump hilariously and roll
about and of that I am sure,
without a doubt.
I was born in a hellish place in the year
Nineteen Thirty Three, but shortly there
after an orphan I would soon be.
In the years gone by, there are those
who would tell you that they knew me
well, but believe me, when I say…
they knew me not, for the truth
I did not tell.
We all have dark secrets that we keep
locked up in a deceitful place, secrets
even we don’t want to face.
About those secret weaknesses
and sins? Yet... maybe what they
say is true…"Let old dogs lie."
Beside if I tell you, how do I know
you won't let those secrets fly?
No offense, but I've heard it said,
once you tell a secret, that secret
is dead.
Sometimes a secret told can put you
against the wall, and that my friend
can cause even the tallest to fall.
It's getting late...
I hear that old inner sanctum
door slowly closing and the
light of day fleeing away.
I think I’ll change this rhyme,
and just keep those secrets for
the rest of my time…that is,
if you don’t mind.