Take a Look Inside:
Stains on the ceiling, whispers in the wind,
Shadows that linger, secrets are skinned.
Echoes of whispers, buried in the walls,
Shadows of nightmares float down the halls.
Cracks in the corners where darkness takes hold,
The drafts through the walls are a little too cold.
Watermarks spreading like mistakes never named,
The ceiling bears witness to what we have shamed.
Hidden confessions in patterns of grime,
With secrets concealed by the passage of time.
Fingers once pointed, accusations made
Now only stains, where memories fade.
The burdens we carry, the stories we tell
Lie hidden and deep under the shell
Underneath layers of whitewash and pain,
They refuse to stay secret, stay in their lane
The silent observer of nights without sleep,
The ceiling above us where secrets still creep.
Threatening to expose the truth we hide
The stains resemble the tears we once cried,
The plaster remembers what we choose to forget,
Ever present observer in this game of roulette
Patches of sorrow, of laughter, of sin,
Of living and loving and all that's within
But in the still night, when the darkness is deep,
The secrets start whispering, disturbing our sleep.
We paint and we patch, try to cover the past,
But it always comes back; it never lasts.
In every new crack, a truth finds its place,
Etched in the ceiling, no time can erase.
The stains bear the weight of what’s left unsaid,
Keeping our secrets above where we tread.
Rain of resentment or snowfall of shame
Sunlight of love or escaping the blame
Tendrils of hope lull me to sleep
Despite being lost and in too deep
In the quiet of night, when all seems still,
The ceiling remembers what we never will.
Stains on the ceiling, reminders so stark
Of the secrets we hide, left alone in the dark.