There's a secrete language
That's only mine
It's not morse code nor sign
It comes in two's
But leaves in threes
It stays in pairs
Away from the stairs
Where monsters scare
my cousin with no hair
This language is mine
it is backwards
And upside down
But only when I'm sad
So No one can hear the frown
This language is not
Spoken in tongue
It can't be written, spoken,
Heard, nor seen
This language is mine
And only mine
And only I know what it means
YOU ARE READING
A Book Of Twenty-One Pilots
FanfictionBasically it's about 21 people ( pilots) that are dealing with their own problems (blurryface's)
