I, the architect

It has been a month since that night
And no one knows his whereabouts
Her tender heart now twisted irrecoverably
To keep their secret shut

I keep hearing the echoes of my frailty
Never knowing what comes next
It haunts me over and over in my dreams
Ostensibly, my dying crest

There are no other explanations
Prevarication led to death
As we try to find some comfort
We only find ourselves

Those secrets are never easy to keep
And doubt encloses her to an end
Little did she know about
A little boy’s revenge

Can I?
Can you
Keep a secret to yourself?

I must be going insane
I can’t recall the things he’s done
I don’t deny the things I’m being told
But am I really just a pawn?