#55

What kinds of family secrets or stories
Hide in that old dusty box in your attic?
What kind of undead skeletons and pains
Hide in that old dusty box in your closet?

Hide in that old dusty box in your attic
And peek out into the narrow band
Of light illuminating all the secrets
You were never meant to see.

What kind of undead skeletons and pains
Turn today and everyday into your version
Of All Hallow’s Eve with your life
Dr. Frankenstein’s undead monstrosity?

Hide in that old dusty box in your closet
Or come forth into the light and see
The world around you as it was meant,
And expose secrets as powerless boogeyman?