A painted black box behind the books in a shelf,
Hides all my secrets, only known to myself.
The darkest poetry written in my most vulnerable hour,
Anyone who holds it and reads will hold the power.

Drained blood and dirty sheets,
I've put my heart in the box, while it still beats.
Scars hidden and put inside the box,
Hidden behind books, hidden behind locks.

No one knows what the box hold,
Secrets never revealed, words never told.
The darkest poems, with the biggest truth,
Complete honesty about my past and my youth.

Lies told to keep the box secrets hidden from the world,
To never let them see what's inside this broken little girl.
There are times I bring it out, just to give it a peek,
To see what I've been through, find my strength when I am weak.

To see that what I've seen has made me who I am today,
The reason I hardly trust, rarely lie and never pray.
To see that what doesn't kill me can only make me strong,
To see that I can not leave this world until I find the place that I belong.

Yet the world needs to know that I didn't put up an act,
They need to understand the way I thought and the way I react.
They need to know what I feel, to understand me,
Who I was, who I am, who I want to be.

I can't fight death on my own anymore,
The pain has gotten to me, shaken my core.
I desperately need someone to understand for real,
The way I think, the way I act, the way I feel.

They don't call me mysterious for nothing you know,
There's an ocean of poetry in the box I've never dared to show.
So, last chance darling, I'm here for you to save,
Although I fear, I'm doomed forever, I'll take the black box to my grave.

Have you ever felt the touch of fear
On nights so all alone
Sitting tensely in a spot
Waiting for some ghastly moan
To occur but silence coats the room
You feel like somethings waiting
Just waiting in the gloom

As I was walking down a street
Through the broken slums
To get somewhere a bit faster
I began to hear some ugly hums
Coming from a crumbled home
Beat down by time's fist
Where something horrific roams

I didn't want to venture there
But the sounds drew me in
Where I saw something so evil
Seeing it must be a sin
Its face was a jumble of freakish teeth
With a black tongue that slivered
Over two blank white eyes beneath

Then shrieks escaped its repulsive maw
That sounded like some unholy music score
Of tortured screams of people
That it had eaten before
Then the white eyes became alive
And somehow forced me to stare
At them, which made my stomach dive

In those eyes I saw unbearable things
Of men being ripped apart
Of drinking of blood and eating of gore
And that was just the start
Then I was thrown into its jaws
By some unknown force
That felt like gnarled claws

After much pain and ripping sounds
I was cast into the cold
Where I live breathing my last
A lone and forgotten mold
I think I know what gave me fright
What killed and tortured I
I think that fear itself murdered me tonight

Now on nights all so alone
Void of anybody but you
You hear a sound and become afraid
Don't deny it, it could be true
It could be fear lurking around
Waiting for you to dismiss it
So it then can pounce without a sound