I have a dark side. But. It is more than a side.... it is a whole separate entity. A symbiotic partner. Its thoughts are in my head. Its thoughts are in my voice. It has its own name, Allen. It has form, a cat. It has its own voice, it chooses not to use. It is not me... yet it is me in every possible way.
It tells me to do things. Some, atrocities I dare not speak of. Others, only mildly malicious. It tells me to do these things and I want to. I want to steal the chocolate bar. I want to punch that kid in the face. I want to take a baseball bat to the random passersby's skull. I want to stab my family in their sleep. Yet, I don't want to and I don't think I really could... I want to so very very much while at the same time I do not want to at all. Allen is my dark side. Allen is evil. Allen is demented. Allen is me.
And Allen is persuasive.