I used to keep my feelings buried deep down
In caliginous catacombs, cemeteries underground
Like carcasses and corpses, I sealed them away in caskets and coffins
Bottled up and buried below
Until they became bare, brittle bones
Hardened and repressed, decaying slowly
But now I use them to create cryptic ciphers
With just a few flicks of my hand
For them I build this mausoleum, a museum of archaic artifacts and modern musings alike
Inviting others to come in and see
My history, cloaked in mystery, up to the present day
They pick apart the charnel cadavers and make conjectures, try to crack the code
On display, an array of ancient emotions from antiquity, preserved in amber
Being brought back to life when they're noticed, as if by necromancy
And others, still young and keen, keening
Wounds that haven't quite healed yet
Fresh flakes from a skin I haven't fully shed
Welcome to my mausoleum
You might just find things that were put here by you, for you, because of you
Absent from your awareness