There is a deep dark place
where lay the secrets that I've entailed

Hidden for so long have they been
so as none could have them seen
My reminiscences remind me of a tale
that happened in my life in form of a gale

So dark and gloomy are it's mere reflections
Kept on the verge of identity's exploitation

A tale of past- It may be called
For me - it's just not that at all
Thinking the results of my deeds as solely my fault
I wish why I didn't give all that a sudden halt!

Kept I have myself in delusion
Adapting now...