If There Were

little elves chipping at it,
A little army coming to the salvation,
Bit by bit, minute after long minute,
but eventually it would be over,
The cancer that was spreading would be gone,
There would be nothing left but hope,
The hope for a new beginning that was brought by the end.

They say time is a healer,
What happens if all time does is just spread the disease?

This is suppressed desire,
This is living a lie till you doubt the truth,
This is keeping a secret till the excitement is not the hidden but the hiding,
This is no sweet affliction,
This is is no sweet taboo.