Dark minds dwell alike

I keep a chamber of secrets
Of this pain dwelling inside.
For someone may just repeat it,
and expose what I hide.

They would not comprehend
what I can't begin to explain.
And I'd be forced to defend
the darker side of my brain.

This hole where dirt is my pain
and I'm forced to survive,
either I rise with the rain
or be burried alive.

So I'm left with no choice
but to harbor this doubt.
and with this ink as my voice,
I plan to find a new route.