Disease Thought to Be Dead

All may have skeletons in closets
but mine are overflowing,
coming out from the cracks
more and more obviously showing,
me trying to hide it,
keeping others from knowing,
while the witnesses within
are at the point of crowing.

All the voices inside
this head ready to explode
are threatening to boisterously
and with a scene implode.
In order to stop it
I must exit this mode
but my heart won't tell
my head what is the code.

The time has already come,
the disease thought to be dead
is now back with a vengeance
as it all comes to a head.
The moment thought to be
a turn around instead
is the very one to destroy,
the destruction of a soul put to bed.