Necessary Evil Poem by Immer DasSchlechte

I am a necessary evil,
believe it or else.
If I was not the hated one,
could ever love yourself.
If I didn't bring you sorrow,
how would joy be found.
If nothing ever rises up,
nothing does go down.
When I am close there are no smiles,
no happy face is seen.
Without my constant nightmares,
there are no pleasant dreams.
Not one joyful song,
ever would you sing.
I am a necessary evil,
Evil is my thing...