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I turn and look inside myself And I enter a world of angels and demons The light, and the dark, And so I watch these ethereal visions Variant: Angel The wind whips at my hair As I stand in a deserted parking lot With birdsong playing all around Angels as doves, reminding me all is not lost They circle high, and swoop down I look up and my face is bathed in light And am given the strength to push on To succeed at life, to keep pressing the fight I silently thank these angels from above For allowing me To find serenity From the visions of a dove. Variant: Demon Surrounded by darkness, Crows peck at my flesh They steal the air from my lungs And laugh as I suffocate without breath They caw at me, laughing, As I fail to live my life Showing me my own torture weapons: Scissors, razor, knife. My scars rip open And my blood comes gushing out Yet it's not this that kills me It's my mind being smothered by doubt Epilogue: I open my eyes And think: torture or serenity? Do I wish to feed my demons Or release the angels stored within me? Ask yourself this question, Every time you make a decision Will this choice drop me dead Or keep my heart, pulsing, beating?
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
Light and Dark Variants
I turn and look inside myself And I enter a world of angels and demons The light, and the dark, And so I watch these ethereal visions Variant: Angel The wind whips at my hair As I stand in a deserted parking lot With birdsong playing all around Angels as doves, reminding me all is not lost They circle high, and swoop down I look up and my face is bathed in light And am given the strength to push on To succeed at life, to keep pressing the fight I silently thank these angels from above For allowing me To find serenity From the visions of a dove. Variant: Demon Surrounded by darkness, Crows peck at my flesh They steal the air from my lungs And laugh as I suffocate without breath They caw at me, laughing, As I fail to live my life Showing me my own torture weapons: Scissors, razor, knife. My scars rip open And my blood comes gushing out Yet it's not this that kills me It's my mind being smothered by doubt Epilogue: I open my eyes And think: torture or serenity? Do I wish to feed my demons Or release the angels stored within me? Ask yourself this question, Every time you make a decision Will this choice drop me dead Or keep my heart, pulsing, beating?
Something new, in terms of formatting. Hopefully it's enjoyable to read :) stay frosty, y'all!
#life#death#dark#demons#light#angels#choices
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26/Trans Female
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
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