We always leave things unsaid
And so much is left unsaid in this tale
We don't dare speak of the king's failures
As he lead his kingdom into ruination
Because he dined with his mother's killer

And we won't utter a single word
Of the years and years a queen spent
Toiling in the pursuit of revenge
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned

We won't discuss the room with a black door
Or the five red gashes decorating the knob
As if something tried to claw their way out
These too we turn eyes away from, in shame
From horrors left unseen and things left unsaid

We don't wonder what might have been
Because we won't waste our precious time
On wishes, ifs, and castles in the sky
Just like we don't consider the ailing heart's motivation
Because we won't ever think of love and its corruption