Playing with rhythm on the off-side.

Confessions
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We all hold a secret treasure,
Give or take in equal measure.
Hope to hide our history
Gift-wrapped in self-mystery.
Some for you, some for them,
Some held back for those times when
Night’s too deep, cannot sleep,
Just before you make that leap.
Insomniac
Rides bareback,
And what do they care,
Anyway?
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Defend yourself before attack.
Don’t release dark maniac…
Until it’s time,
Perfect your crime
Anyway…
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Cash and carry, lives are built,
Add small dash of holy guilt,
Wish that other people’d see,
Only forest, not your tree.
If they knew, where to look
Then watch their faces terror-struck.
Dug too deep, losing sleep,
Remembered sins, reward you’ll reap.
Hold it in,
Never win,
And who gives a damn,
Anyway?