Am I an angel or a devil inside,
Convicted, strangled, with nowhere to hide?
Bury this pain at an angle so steep,
Lost like a vessel in the Bermuda’s deep.
My life, a canvas by Van Gogh, so bright,
With strokes of genius that capture the light.
Images whisper, “An angel, you are,”
Yet flames within me scorch like a star.
Am I a pawn in this grand cosmic play,
Or am I essential, in every way?
A dichotomy of spirit and flesh,
Wrestling with visions that constantly mesh.
In the mirror, two reflections I see,
One clad in virtue, the other, not free.
The halo above, or the horns that rebel,
Each tells a story that I long to tell.
I sail through life’s tempests, a captain so bold,
Yet in my heart, there’s a chill, there’s a cold.
The fire that’s burning, a passion untamed,
Makes me the devil, yet I’m not to be blamed.
For every angel has felt the abyss,
And every demon knows something’s amiss.
So what am I truly? What role do I fill?
Am I the healer, or am I the ill?
The road stretches onward, my journey’s not done,
Through trials and triumphs, I walk, I run.
An angel or devil, the answer’s unclear,
But in every moment, my purpose is dear.
So I’ll paint my life with a palette so vast,
Embracing the future, not chained to the past.
And whether an angel or devil I be,
I am essential, unique, and free.
If you are a devil, and I’m the same,
In the dance of flames, we share the blame.
Through inferno’s gate, we relate, we twine,
Two mirrored shades in the dark divine.
If I am an angel, and you are too,
Then in the heavens, our spirits flew.
In clouds above, we relate, we soar,
Two kindred souls, who could ask for more?
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There is eternal beauty for a eorld not in need of literal eternity in your entwined devils John.
Thank you for your kind words! 😎