Form birth I should have died,
I am the spawn of an angel and to far a demon,
Held under liquid air I cried,
I know for what I do not now who I screamed for,
The demon begged the angel to throw me away,
The angel did not she threw the demon away,
Suns and Moons passed,
Days of poor and famine,
Eventually these times passed,
I was raised in loving angels hands,
A new demon showed years later and the angel fell for the demon,
From them another was born,
The demon tried to extinquish her light,
I was next,
Someone intervened and the demon was taken far away,
The demon half in me flared inside,
My mind twisted and pulled,
A life of duty to raise the child,
A life without a life,
Atempted to take this life,
The invisible hand stopped my hand,
The demon inside grew and grows,
The Fall is when the demon leaves and the Angel inside triumphs,
As I sit before you now my mind is of Yin and Yang,
The light and dark,
Fear I do the darkness escapes,
Attacking those innocent and undeserving of the demon.
