Pieces of my soul

My cave will care

This burden of unknown might bury me someday
My bleeding arms or heart weren't visible to them anyway

I need a dark little cave to crawl in, where walls would hear my silent cries of sin

I would feel the tranquil as my soul would seep into the silent melody there
My skin would not need to absorb their words as it would bask beneath the stars alone there

Gazing at the night sky, my bird would never weep again
It would smile as the Moonlight would embrace everyone present there

Alluring and magnificent, it would be there
So, where can I find my dark cave then?

Maybe it's inside me, perhaps lost somewhere.