My Friend

The Darkside of life is all I’ve ever known

I couldn’t ever call the bright side my own

With the Darkside, I was never alone

The Darkside welcomed me into the unknown

The Darkside and I throw sticks and stones

In hopes that we will break your bones

to hear your cries and hear your moans

and tell you that you will never go home

we laugh as we watch you drown

you don’t deserve to wear that crown

we got you some facepaint to look like a clown

Remember all those times you put us down?

Oh don’t worry you’ll go out in style

The Darkside and I will hold a trial

We recall you called us...′ hostile’?

We’ll try not to smile while we sentence you to exile.

But the Darkside and I fear that punishment is not enough for you.

But don’t fret we have other ones we can do.

Be nice and the Darkside might let you choose.

They may be kinda extreme to you but look at it from our point of view.

*Maniac laughter*