Death is Never Pretty

My Secret Will Be the Death of Me

My secrets will be the death of me.

I try so hard to keep the truth

To keep all the lies hidden

From the world.

I keep my secrets to save all the life of the innocent;

To keep all life safe from the horrors

Of the truth.

If anyone knew the truth

I would be dead.

My family would no longer be here.

My friends,

Anyone that had contact with me

Would no longer be living.

It's my fault.

It's my fault that everyone I love,

Everyone that is breathing is in danger.

Even the people who are

Reading and listening to this

Are in danger.

The longer no one knows,

The more tempting it is to tell.

That is my curse that comes along

With the secret.

If the world begins to end

It was because of me...

It is because I was no longer able

To hold in the secret...

The secret that ends everything...

The secret that destroys Earth.

I pretend to be shy

I pretend to be non-talkative

Just so I won't tell.

I have to be someone I'm not

Just to hide the secret.

I am telling to much.

I am going to far into detail.

It will all end.

The secret cannot be contained.

The secret cannot be stopped.

Run while you still have the chance.

You may survive a little longer.

But the secret will still find you...

The secret finds everyone.

My secret will be the death of me.

The secret will be the death if everyone.

I am the cause of the end because of

The secret.

It's hard to keep inside what

I can't hide.

As the world cracks and crumbles

I beg you to run and hide.

The secret created the world

Now the secret is destroying it.

In my last moments alive

I would like to say

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that I could no longer hide

The secret.

I'm sorry that the date of the world,

Everything living,

All the time and effort going into

Humanity,

Was all destroyed by me.

The secret will be the death of me.

The secret will be the death of everything.

Everything that you love,

Is now gone.

You and everything else

Is destroyed.