My Dark Side
I have a certain side,
of me that I will never show you,
because I am afraid,
that you will no longer be with me,
There are some deep secrets,
the deepest secrets are kept,
locked in a tower,
or in a cellar of darkness,
There are things that I have done,
that I am not proud of,
I wish I could start over,
and repress these evil memories,
The haunted graves,
seem to glow at night,
as I tread upon the ground,
my soul floats slowly away,
There is nothing left now,
except the faint, pulse,
of what once was,
all that remains is my dark side.