As Low As it Gets

Making a friend
Riding a bike

Just one of the many things we can do that we like
But what if that wasn't possible and all of our enjoyment in life was
It makes you think into others minds
Making them think you are more kind
You can't hide it you've sined
Its only one of the things you've done
So come forth and be kind
Its not like you really care there on the other side
There on the other side is a dark place
Filled with Demons and Urgals
But who would know
What about a teller a rescuer or another
They would find your secret and make it known
Therefore worrying is key
Will you confess

What about the bright side is anyone still there?