In The Attic

in the attic
where I keep my things
stashed away
under lock and key
a tiny box
where my secrets keep
locked away
inside of me

in this place
where the darkness dwells
where anxiety
and pain overwhelm
locked inside a fragile shell
my tiny box
of raging hell

in this dark
there is no light
the blinding dark
and constant fight
I feel the dark
within my eyes
as it corrupts
and kills my mind

in this place
the dark can think
it lurks
and moves inside of me
at times I think I hear it speak
a voice
that whispers things to me

in the attic
where I keep the dark
a safe distance
from my heart
if in my box
I can contain
than so the darkness
shall remain

but in the dark
the dark is strong
I can contain it,
but for how long?
as time goes by
I grow more weak
and the darkness never sleeps

in this place
where darkness dwells
within my box
the darkness swells
and what I find
with passing days
the darkness
only builds more strength

but for now
its locked away
and for now
my heart is safe
as long as the dark
cannot touch
it cannot infect
my heart too much

but if the dark
breaks its chains
and from my box it escapes
my wounded heart
it will consume
and there is nothing
that I can do

in the attic
the conspiring dark
looks for ways
to reach my heart
if there comes a day
that it breaks free
it will surely be the end of me