With this bleeding heart of mine
lay the two things i try to hide
my heart grows wicked weary
and tears itself inside out
what terrible blades
pierce that soft flesh?
it is them
my devil
my angel
i hold them both
unlike the others
you who have them neatly combinded
while i battle them again and again
the angel pulls at what is soft
and begs for peace and mercy around me
the devil laughs and piercesses
with no remorse
more oft is it easy to succumb to my devil
and more oft do i hurt the love around me
my eyes grow death
within their deep abyss
why...
why can i not choose right?
does not the taunting and ripping ever end?
must i always hurt to live?
to protect?
...
to love?
will there be no peace within my wretched heart
where daily and nightly
a bloody battle rages?
id rather kill them both and be left alone
