My life is a mystery, dear one,
for why I see and hear these things is not for you to know,
why yes I do obey them,
for if I don't I fear you'll see,
just what they'll do to me.
I know it's kind of selfish,
what I keep behind closed doors...
but if I showed, I fear you'll know what I don't want you to know!
I fear my demon's laughter, I fear my angel's screams..
but if I tell, I know you'll find just what I gain with time.
Indeed it's a well practiced art, to kill and rip and bind, and if I don't they'll say I failed for in my tears they'll find... just what I don't want you to find.
