SECOND ACT : PIECE THREE
hide your faults! bury them in the wintry dead soil of the backyard next to the wilted roses, deep beneath the earthworms and the bones of the droopy-eyed stray dog that you took in ( but being a savior wasn't your thing anyway ), below your unspoken thoughts & ideals they'd call BLASPHEMY! , lower than the lies and the secrets and morals of this crumbling world. right there, beside your melted wings and dead youth, with the tombstone that's got your name right on it.
