They say the dark side
Is where no light reside;
Where you can't see who's on your side;
Where all rights are shoved aside.
When my moral compass is broken
- And I'm lost in the woods,
I hear its soft whispers – it tickles,
Not frightening boos and hoots.
I can't say if it's pressure or pleasure
But I feel it builds up around me,
Like a vacuum cleaner ready to suck me
Into the abyss to caress dark treasures
Sometimes its serenade drowns
The angel's voice on the other shoulder
When I let my righteous guard down
To get high on its note till I'm sober
And sometimes I go hanging on the cliff
That separates the other side from the dark side.
With my feet dangling in the face of the wormhole that lies below,
So ensues a tug of war so stiff
Between both sides
And each time I'm never sure
Which side I'll land on – the other side or the dark side