Untold

[Just Lonely Tis]

To tell thee untold and lies is like to whisper utter darkness into the ears the lost and the hopeless. If I where to tell my untolds; to untie the ribbon on the box that lay dormant silently waiting for its open; inside that box lay the darkest side of my mind. As it opens thee untold already begins leak my words- my intilds would nboit only shock thee mind of the incompetent by also the minds of others. Even if my words, my thoughts are utter darkness or utter light the untold is still the untold. The untold should not be awaken from slumber but instead to sleep untoched still waiting for its chance in that dark side of your mind. Thee untold is nit a gift but a curse of the ugly truth in which you think of youself if the untold is told to those who don't understand only mockya and misunderstanding come your way the only way to get rid if thee untold is to never let it in or never let it out. let it stay silently. Thee untold is the untold-and it should stay that way.