The Dark Side
Every day I awake,
Ready for my heart to quake.
Ready to throw my life away,
For sure I wished not to stay
They pulled at my hair,
Tugged at my chair
They called me a freak,
This made me feel weak.
Wishing not to care,
For none of this was fair
I pushed the blade against my wrist,
Willing for it to slide and pull away the tide…
Wait…
But inside,
I could feel the change of the tide
With bruises and damage,
I could not manage
As I fear their hunting me,
I’m afraid of what I’ll turn to be
I know what I am capable of…
With the fire burning inside,
I could feel myself slipping to the dark side
No one could hear my aguish or despair,
Forever I will not care.
Cutting myself off from the world…
I was careless, until I saw you,
I thought you were true.
Then you used me,
It felt like you were abusing me.
I now would never care,
For no one would dare.
What you did to me,
No one could see
With firing rage…
I fell and slipped to the dark side,
And now I stay there
With no despair,
For no one had any care
And now you all are here,
You shall scream in fear
You all pulled at my hair,
You all kicked at my chair
I will be the hunter,
And you all can be the deer,
I’ll make you all scream and run in fear.
With the fire burning inside,
I ruled the dark side…
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