I hold in my hands a heart; this heart it used to belong to someone close to me. It used to be mine when I still breathed. 

This heart, it would beat and it would pump blood around my body. It could feel and fear, good and bad. Now its numb, cold and alone. Black as the night some people say my soul is but I know this to be untrue. Its half black and half white. I am the demon and I am the angel. 

I take one step forwards heaven, and two back to hell. That is how I dance the dance people call life. Beautiful masks cover the features we show humans but behind it all; if you look hard enough our demonic angelic nature is obvious. As always the chemistry between us lights. 

Hope. Pain. Love. Hatred.

All things transform. 

But will the wings that engulf me be white or black?