What? A mess

Into the garbage goes all i confess,
vanishing away into the decaying mess,
forgotten germs spreading in their own rot,
no longer a thought which now i forgot,
straightened poses shield the dreams,
as forever a time further down streams,
A blistering call from the unknown,
speaking words filthy with a groan,
someone went through the bin that very night,
making those confessions not alright,
taking that which is secret to turn back,
brought to my attention in a personal attack,
sickening freak on the other end of the line,
those personal things were originally mine,
but now in the hands of another to gaze,
turning my mind into a broken craze.