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 whsipers 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 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 cant touch
it cant 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 surly be the end of me