Buttered On The Dark Side

There's an echo in
Here I can hear it,
In a world that
Is otherwise still:
And it plays with
A dark Intermezzo,
A tune only
Heard by the ill.

I'm sailing for
The doom bar,
So rig up
My black Pontoon:
An ill-wind shall guide
Me over the waves,
And under
A goading moon.

My moral fibre's
Been dissolved
By the rising
Of black bile:
And now it
Is my resolution,
To do all that
Is wicked and vile.

I'm buttered on
The dark side,
And freedom wants
Me to be bad:
There's a dangerous
Charm in doing harm,
In its planning,
Delight to be had.

Journey to the centre
Of a deep dark hole,
Where only shadows loom:
And thoughts are a
Thousand fathoms deep,
And iced with
A layer of doom.

I'm dragging you
Down with me,
You can breath
My unsavoury air:
And don't try to
Show me the way back up,
I'm depraved and
I don't even care.