That woman, she calls out to me,
like I'm her best friend.
But she..she is a dark woman.
She says to me "Come my dear, I'll show you
how to live. Live and kill too.
Choose me, for I can help you."
I see her so often, ruining my peace with forced opinions,
weighing me down, pressing my mind with cruel intentions.
And I,
I can't run. I'm stuck. And she's always there,
following me, beckoning to me, never losing sight of me.
She wants me to be her friend,
and play her murderous game till the end.
She acts so mysterious, so dark, yet
Some part of me, I see in her.
She seeks notice. Seeks fame and joy.
She's far too deep in her pursuit of happiness,
happiness that is so constantly denied to her.
So much, that she kills and hunts and forces her way through
all, just to walk the hall of fame.
She tells me "Capacity, doesn't come with opportunity,
You make your own way.
Even kill for your own existence."
I pity her, try to give her good hope,
inflict a change of her vicious mindset,
and I find her laughing at me, mocking my gentle outlook on life.
Bewildered and scared that she might seek to govern me,
I ask her to leave, give her a coat, showing her the door.
And the coat falls on the floor,
like leaves from a tree on a windless day.
As if magic, she's nowhere to be seen,
all in the blink of an eye.
The room is empty, all doors and windows shut.
"Where's that wretched woman? She was just right here.." I think to myself,
when the revelation thrusts upon me,
There was never any woman.
No dark lady forcing on me her company.
I didn't see myself in her, no.
I WAS her.
And as for she,
she was me.
THE DARK SIDE OF ME.