I have a secret that burns my flesh.

I have a secret that takes my breath.

A secret so impure.

A secret so secure.

It is buried in my soul.

It digs a never ending hole.

When it speaks, it tells story.

When it speaks, it tells of death's sure glory.

When I cry, I feel it's pain.

When I cry, I hide in shame.

I have a secret, plain as day.

I have a secret, till the grave.