Angel vs Devil
In my head i got the angel and the devil renting space i cant even hide it the battle is being faught all over my face Like periods and question marks at the end of sentences my feelings change under different circumstances. Inside of me, a spiritual battle ensues. Right vs Wrong, Good vs Evil. Ive noticed the angels talk to me first, always at a distance but i can always hear what they got to say. Then the devil swoops in and puts an arm around me and tells me its gonna be ok. He comforts me with a blanket of greed and jealousy, and fills the void between the god's and me.. Slowly but surely I feel affects of giving into my character defects. Then the Angels appear to point out to me that i gave in to my Inner Demon of Greed, the devil, and me remind that i will never be on his level. The Angels then come face to face eye to eye with the demon and confront him on all his lies. As i stand in the middle between whats right and whats wrong, the Demon again try's to plant that Devil's seed I guess if the demons ideas were so god danm true, he wouldnt have to entice me the whole way through... That is the constant battle I am fighting A seductive lure that is so inviting.. It makes me feel like I'm missing out by not following the crowd but maybe standing alone can be just as loud.
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i write what i see, and how the world reacts to me I write alot about the evils, cause they are the stories that always have sequals..
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