I have been split into two
versions of one whole,
a garden variety angel
and a demon without a soul.
I can no longer gaze into a mirror
without seeing the crack,
a part of me shines white,
and the other so black.
I touch the reflection to see
if I can fix whats been broken,
one side so warm, one side so cold,
but neither has yet spoken.
When I am sad the dark shadow
takes me over without much fight,
I watch from inside this body
unable to move or scream out in fright.
When my dark side recoils
it leaves me with regret,
Its like a waking nightmare
jumping up in cold sweat.
Maybe one day when I look
at my reflection the crack will be gone,
I will no longer be a slave
to the dark side, I will no longer
....be a pawn. |