Askew the room that holds my truth
Statues of a deep blue, guard windows that you can't see through
Doorways from dreams that's gone astray

Screenplays hide their pathways, a million keys can't betray

In a hidden space

There's a quiet place
Where it's safe and sound
And it won't be found

The most precious thing
Now lies deep within
Where no-one can see

All this secrecy belongs just to me

Hidden, in a book yet unwritten

Ribbons of deep crimson, holding pages from ever turning
And in it, you might find what I'm keeping
Backlit, not revealing

I will keep you from ever seeing

These flowers, infinite

Yet no-one can see it
This attic I commit
To harbour my secret