Group of walking closets I know
Even to the closest one they don't swing their doors

They walk with arms around each other
The secrets in ears they whisper
Secret is deep enough to be a secret
But doesn't really belong to whatever inside is kept
Keeping it uncleaned for years in dirt,in vein
They wouldn't speak a word about it,fearing they won't be called "A man"

A group of walking closets I know
Living in this universe keeping inside another one
The more that pricks,the more...