Battle

I want some of that Evil.
To be a spiteful mystic.
I want to see a Devil
Twisted up and slick.

Should I kill my Angel?
Lock her down in chains?
Ignore the cries from down in her cell,
And wield, like a knife, her pains?

Heaven and hell at sunrise.
Revelations at dawn.
Inconsequential demons prize
My tiny Armageddon.

I’ll keep to the dark, alone
To try and keep control.
For all that you have ever known
Is only one half of my soul.