A desire
Leads to fire
Burning out the pure
My sins bleed blood red
Waters closing in over my head
But I'm okay
No I'm not
An endless battle against myself
Distraught
An angels glowing light
A demon in the night
Caught in a chokehold fight
Right? Wrong?
Weak then Strong
Within me all along
Tug of war
Fixed and torn
I hold it all in
But they taunt me within
How do I stop this or is it begin
This struggle.
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