I have something to say.

Though im not sure how I will.

I’ve been told I need to tell someone.

Thought I am not sure why.

It’s a secret I’ve kept a long time.

Something I’ve shoved deep down.

Deep inside myself.

Where no one will find it.

It’s a little dark and twisty.

Some may not like what they find.

Down the spiral staircase.

To this secret of mine.

It’s at least ten thousand steps.

If you dare to decend them.

Just remember this one thing.

You’ll have to climb back up.

Back up from the pit of despair.

The chaos and commotion down below.

The shadows and whispers.

They’ll cling to you.

So do you dare to go down?

And search for the secret?

To pry it from me?

And live with the truth?

I will guide you.

But not really.

I’ll tell you how to get there.

You’ll have to do the rest.

Go down that spiral staircase.

Bring back what you find.

Don’t bring it into the light.

Keep it hidden inside.

I’m sorry I sent you down there.

I couldn’t tell you the truth.

I had to show you what I meant.

Why I keep it down there.

The monster you saw.

Terrifying and bloodthirsty.

He can’t be contained.

Only bargained with.

The monster deep down.

Brooding and deceitful.

I keep him down there.

Only because I am scared.

Scared of what he will do.

If he ascends those stairs.

He is terrifying to me too.

Only because the monster is me.