My Taboo
Hiding in the shadows,
no one can know.
It may cross my mind,
but I refuse to let it show.
My secret taboo.
It's thought of as strange,
something not right.
And to those people I say,
Who are you to judge me with a fight?
My sacred taboo.
Often times get hard,
to terrible to bear.
I would have been gone long ago,
had they not been here.
My suicidal taboo.
Called evil by many,
against nature's way, or so they tell.
And if it should turn out to be evil,
then by all means save me a seat in hell.
My sinister taboo.















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