the lashing (ghost)

therein lies the question, what now is to be done?, keep hiding in the shadows, or go and face the burning son?, lay bare for the lashing, tie yourself up to the post, or fade away in shame, and in time become a ghost?, i've something to admit, it's right behind my lips, and i just can't hold it in, say it already, already, already now, everytime she comes around, i feel it in my chest, like a swarm of bees buzzing, with things i've left unsaid, and i know she might go running, if i open up my mouth, but i'm afraid that it might kill me, if i can't let it out, i've something to admit, it's right behind my lips, and i just can't hold it in, say it already already already now, i've something to admit, it's right behind my lips, and i just can't hold it in, say it already already already now