Cursed Friend

We met on the dark deserted lane, In a defiantly demonic like wind, I asked him what he wanted from me, As I grinned with a smile of sin, And he said, with no voice, more a thought, an idea, He'll sit right up in my mind, He'll tell me what to say to people, He'll tell me from deep down inside, All I'd need to say's "Yes, that's an idea, Go on, you know what to do, You can do it for fun, just give it a shot, For you it's not really taboo," This comforting friend sits with me in my head, I'm the fish and he is the shark, In times of happy and bright and good, He reminds me that deep down I'm dark.