Rusty Cage

I have a dark side

Locked up in a rusty old cage

With corroded bars

And

When I close my eyes

A little bit of my dark side

Trickles out, and wreaks havoc

Morning finds me weary

As if I had run fifty miles

And

My dark side retreats

Into its rusty old cage

My dark side is manipulative

Like an itch you cannot scratch

It is scheming like Gollum from that book

And

So I try, to lock the door

And

Throw away the keys

But somewhere in my head

Is a monstrous creature

Trapped in a rusty old cage

But

Tonight the creature will take the shape

Of a wolf

And

It will hunt its prey

By using black thoughts

Which are exothermic and radiate negativity

Like anions in an electrolyte

Whose conductive nature

Is slowly taking over

And

I will also hunt

For a new cage, with better locks

Because it takes two to tango

And

I want to come out

Of the darkness

And waltz with you in the light

The Bilge Master