From the core which is my heart,
That sets me and my host apart.
I am dark as they call me now
But do they judge me? How?
What have I done if not my job
That I love for my core to throb?
I wrestle with my pain, not head
Which holds what should be dead.
My core holds the darkness of my soul
Which I must carry as the years roll.
My head embraces the darkness which
Keeps me from undergoing a switch
That is too much for me to bear,
For I know my lightness is there.
I walk among the living and feed
Off their plots and turn the deed
Against my most desireable prey
And leave the place without delay.
I'm dark to the core, it's plain to see.
I'm just a chest that has no key.
Do you hate me now? I don't care
For now you know I'm always there.
