Another thought gone,

Another idea concealed,

Within hundreds of pages, unturned and unread.

Perhaps if they’d look

They’d find the thing they were missing

But some things are better left unseen and unsaid

It holds victims and motives

A web of deceit

Hidden amongst the pain of his life

It hides fear and torment

All of which caused him

To take innocent lives with the flick of a knife

He watches, and waits

For them to find out

The lies he has told, the love that he lacked

But soon his own life will end

And the secrets will die

Taken to the grave, his mind broken and cracked…