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I am the Dark


Lying on my back, looking up above, two angels dark and light hands extended I know the choice I'm to make but am unable to see which is the dark which is the light both offering salvation, eternal life, in memory I must decide the hand to take which offers love, which offers hate? Who brings light, who brings only dark? looking up, seeing the faces, meeting your eyes, I take your hand the wings come out his, black feathered yours, gleaming white eyes change a poison green a glowing silver you take me in your arms lifting me, with a leap to the sky carrying me away, far from my evil angel far from black wings, which somehow still hold me are still weighting me down I look- wingless, he follows in flight on my back, the lost feathers black, befitting he laughs, he knows I'm his for when you notice, you'll let me go leaving me with this an evil angel, my inner demon I love you, but realize, all the same I am the demon you're to destroy
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