angel turns to devil,
day turns to night:
devil turns to angel,
just can't make up it's mind.though for every speck of good,
there are two bad,
though for through the winter,
light is barely had-angel bright like day,
devil dark like night;both vying for attention,
who'll win the fight?unless you both lose.
then your heart does too.
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365 ways to kill yourself
Poetry365 poems of my brain turned inside out. ~~ is death a being, a state, or a state of being? ~~ DAILY UPDATES