one one each side,
holding me down,
cheering on the crowd...
who came to watch the spectacle of me drown.
you see there is no angel,
no perfect choice,
just my two growing evils
and a tiny inner voice...
telling me to breath it all in and let them begin to tear my soul apart.
there is no lesser of the two..
they are both flawed.
neither wants this whole,
they just want their own piece of their perfection,
their own vision of my world.
wait...i close my eyes
i take a deep breath and let the pain rush inside.
feel the burn of the drowning as i give myself over.
there is no winning it seems
and sometimes the pain is better than the searching
and they are stronger than me.
go ahead, take your pieces you demons of mine,
to the victor goes the spoils,
i am tired of the fighting.
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