The angels call me
When they feel me die,
The devil chains me
So I’m unable to fly.
I’m stuck in the grey
Between black & white,
As I don’t know which side
Feels quite right.
The voices call me
But they’re in my head,
The demons cling on
As I’m keeping them fed.
Maybe I’ll go to limbo
As my life is a contradiction,
I’ve two people inside me
Both are my crucifixion.
I change within seconds
It’s a funny switch,
I go from heart of gold
To ice cold bitch.
I’m constantly lost
Battling both inside,
I guess when I die
I’ll just sit on the divide.
K
You both have a good weekend …
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We will lol, you have a good weekend also x
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You just described my life at the moment.
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Aww hope it gets better x
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Thanks.
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So well written!
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Thank you x
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