My being is split

I have a beast and an angel within me
They seem to hit it off
Yet this clash of love and sin
Needs to be freed
Of this master she whispers
Her sharp fangs and feline whiskers
**** my life blood

Understanding to be loving
Leaves you open to be taken
by the winds' consideration
where all of a sudden
One has been lead to water
And made to drink

I feel this sinking feeling
In depths below
much like the letting down
Or a tender blow to the conscience
Where confusion leaves sentience
The feelings of others and not your own

So the draining continues
As I question what is in you
is more important than mine
My own answer is time
For the winged figure beckons me
To the patient life of ceremony
Where hopes for the same returned
Be brought to justice

This mis-defined trust
Crosses the line
Between darkness and divine
Which lands us into suffering
In which we must muster something loving
So that the life we lose coping
Begets more hope

Without resenting
This life relenting
Of joyous memories sacred true
Made up of presence; not of you
But of others
Friends and foes alike
These real emotions will define
The truth
So fear not her tooth
For the universe is ever giving