Alchemisland

We don’t speak on what happened to me

Some secrets snakepits, gladly held pinless grenades

Domains one doesn’t dare frequent with regularity

Better freeing light not see them, like castle freaks in fiefdoms

Kept like cattle but in attics mainly, growing more fanatical in rafters

Take the memory of what happened, squeeze it until your hand cramps

Squeeze it in somewhere tight

Don’t try squeezing it outta me, alright?

Sink it to the bottom of the sea, out of sight

You won’t see or hear a peep from these

Real family secrets

These waters run deep.