What hides inside of me
Far from the light of day
Beyond where even I can see?
Does evil dwell in my soul, 
Or just the terrors of a frightened child?

I am afraid to look 
At this kernel of my being
At the soul and heart
That dwells within
What if a dead thing lives there?
Cold and mean.

I hide it deep from sight
Of others,
And even more from myself
I don�t think I want to know.