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The Love of the Angel and the Demon

There’s an angel on my shoulder
And he whispers so sweetly
Of optimism, elation, and serenity
His eyes are a depth of blue
And his face a countenance that mirrors my love
He is good, and kind, and he is fragile

Theres a demon on my shoulder - of my own making
Always dancing on glass, singing haunting melodies
When she twirls there is fire, scorching all that are near
With enough fury to burn every complacency to ash
Her hair is red, and her eyes are windows to a wintery heart

I love him, my angel
For his grounded words and soft hands
Through him I feel at peace with the moment
To lay under the sun content
But when the shadows come he disappears,
Weakened by what's toxic, driven by instincts of survival
And so.. He cannot comprehend what happens next

I love her, my demon
For her chaos and claws
I am so in awe of how she revels in her unabashed nature
But she is also drawn to the broken, holding fragments of suffering
She bleeds, and laughs defiantly, madness in purity, now pirouetting
She is an indomable, ever constant company when I am lost in despair
I need her, my drug, my addiction, my freedom from the laws of reality

When the night is over
He holds me in his arms,
Kisses tenderly the wounds still burning from her claws
And the war I remember, becomes only a dream
For it does not exist in his mind, and he sees only me

On this shoulder is an angel, And on that one a demon
They cannot speak to one another
Such opposing contradictions barred by foreign language
Yet they are human nature born of both extremes
I love them, but the truth is
Neither knows who I am
So they cannot truly love me

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The angel and the demon¬ ¬ There’s an angel on my shoulder¬ And he whispers so sweetly¬ Of optimism, elation, and serenity ¬ His eyes are a depth of blue ¬ And his face a countenance that mirrors my love ¬ He is good, and kind, and he is fragile ¬ ¬ Theres a demon on my shoulder - of my own making ¬ Always dancing on glass, singing haunting melodies ¬ When she twirls there is fire, scorching all that are near¬ With enough fury to burn every complacency to ash ¬ Her hair is red, and her eyes are windows to a wintery heart¬ ¬ I love him, my angel ¬ For his grounded words and soft hands ¬ Through him I feel at peace with the moment¬ To lay under the sun content¬ But when the shadows come he disappears,¬ Weakened by what's toxic, driven by instincts of survival ¬ And so.. He cannot comprehend what happens next¬ ¬ I love her, my demon ¬ For her chaos and claws ¬ I am so in awe of how she revels in her unabashed nature¬ But she is also drawn to the broken, holding fragments of suffering ¬ She bleeds, and laughs defiantly, madness in purity, now pirouetting¬ She is an indomable, ever constant company when I am lost in despair¬ I need her, my drug, my addiction, my freedom from the laws of reality¬ ¬ When the night is over¬ He holds me in his arms,¬ Kisses tenderly wounds burning from her claws ¬ And the war I needremember, becomes her, myonly drug, my addiction, my freedom from the laws of reality¬ ¬ On this shoulder is an angel¬ And on that one a dream¬ For it does not exist in his mind¬ ¬ On this shoulder is an angel¬ And on that one a demon ¬ They rarely speak to one another ¬ Such opposing contradictions ¬ Yet they are human nature ¬ Born of both extremes ¬ And I love them¬ But neither truly knows me...

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TheIgnorance of the Angel and the Demon¬ ¬ There’s an angel and the demon¬ ¬ There’s an angel on my shoulder¬ And he whispers so sweetly¬ Of optimism, elation, and serenity ¬ His eyes are a depth of blue ¬ And his face a countenance that mirrors my love ¬ He is good, and kind, and he is fragile ¬ ¬ Theres a demon on my shoulder - of my own making ¬ Always dancing on glass, singing haunting melodies ¬ When she twirls there is fire, scorching all that are near¬ With enough fury to burn every complacency to ash ¬ Her hair is red, and her eyes are windows to a wintery heart¬ ¬ I love him, my angel ¬ For his grounded words and soft hands ¬ Through him I feel at peace with the moment¬ To lay under the sun content¬ But when the shadows come he disappears,¬ Weakened by what's toxic, driven by instincts of survival ¬ And so.. He cannot comprehend what happens next¬ ¬ I love her, my demon ¬ For her chaos and claws ¬ I am so in awe of how she revels in her unabashed nature¬ But she is also drawn to the broken, holding fragments of suffering ¬ She bleeds, and laughs defiantly, madness in purity, now pirouetting¬ She is an indomable, ever constant company when I am lost in despair¬ I need her, my drug, my addiction, my freedom from the laws of reality¬ ¬ When the night is over¬ He holds me in his arms,¬ Kisses tenderly wounds burning from her claws ¬ And the war I remember, becomes only a dream¬ For it does not exist in his mind¬ ¬ On this shoulder is an angel¬ And on that one a demon ¬ They rarely speak to one another ¬ Such opposing contradictions ¬ Yet they are human nature ¬ Born of both extremes ¬ I love them¬ But neither truly knows me...

savanna.017 edited this post .

Ignorance of the Angel and the Demon¬ ¬ There’s an angel on my shoulder¬ And he whispers so sweetly¬ Of optimism, elation, and serenity ¬ His eyes are a depth of blue ¬ And his face a countenance that mirrors my love ¬ He is good, and kind, and he is fragile ¬ ¬ Theres a demon on my shoulder - of my own making ¬ Always dancing on glass, singing haunting melodies ¬ When she twirls there is fire, scorching all that are near¬ With enough fury to burn every complacency to ash ¬ Her hair is red, and her eyes are windows to a wintery heart¬ ¬ I love him, my angel ¬ For his grounded words and soft hands ¬ Through him I feel at peace with the moment¬ To lay under the sun content¬ But when the shadows come he disappears,¬ Weakened by what's toxic, driven by instincts of survival ¬ And so.. He cannot comprehend what happens next¬ ¬ I love her, my demon ¬ For her chaos and claws ¬ I am so in awe of how she revels in her unabashed nature¬ But she is also drawn to the broken, holding fragments of suffering ¬ She bleeds, and laughs defiantly, madness in purity, now pirouetting¬ She is an indomable, ever constant company when I am lost in despair¬ I need her, my drug, my addiction, my freedom from the laws of reality¬ ¬ When the night is over¬ He holds me in his arms,¬ Kisses tenderly the wounds still burning from her claws ¬ And the war I remember, becomes only a dream¬ For it does not exist in his mind, and he sees only me¬ ¬ On this shoulder is an angel, And on that one a demon ¬ They cannot speak to one another, ¬ Such opposing contradictions barred by foreign language ¬ Yet they are human nature born of both extremes ¬ I love them, but the truth is¬ AndNeither on that one a demon ¬ They rarely speak to one another ¬ Such opposing contradictions ¬ Yet they are human nature ¬ Born of both extremes ¬ I love them¬ But neither truly knows me...

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IgnoranceThe Love of the Angel and the Demon¬ ¬ There’s an angel on my shoulder¬ And he whispers so sweetly¬ Of optimism, elation, and serenity ¬ His eyes are a depth of blue ¬ And his face a countenance that mirrors my love ¬ He is good, and kind, and he is fragile ¬ ¬ Theres a demon on my shoulder - of my own making ¬ Always dancing on glass, singing haunting melodies ¬ When she twirls there is fire, scorching all that are near¬ With enough fury to burn every complacency to ash ¬ Her hair is red, and her eyes are windows to a wintery heart¬ ¬ I love him, my angel ¬ For his grounded words and soft hands ¬ Through him I feel at peace with the moment¬ To lay under the sun content¬ But when the shadows come he disappears,¬ Weakened by what's toxic, driven by instincts of survival ¬ And so.. He cannot comprehend what happens next¬ ¬ I love her, my demon ¬ For her chaos and claws ¬ I am so in awe of how she revels in her unabashed nature¬ But she is also drawn to the broken, holding fragments of suffering ¬ She bleeds, and laughs defiantly, madness in purity, now pirouetting¬ She is an indomable, ever constant company when I am lost in despair¬ I need her, my drug, my addiction, my freedom from the laws of reality¬ ¬ When the night is over¬ He holds me in his arms,¬ Kisses tenderly the wounds still burning from her claws ¬ And the war I remember, becomes only a dream¬ For it does not exist in his mind, and he sees only me¬ ¬ On this shoulder is an angel, And on that one a demon ¬ They cannot speak to one another, ¬ Such opposing contradictions barred by foreign language ¬ Yet they are human nature born of both extremes ¬ I love them, but the truth is¬ Such opposing contradictions barred by foreign language ¬ Yet they are human nature born of both extremes ¬ I love them, but the truth is¬ Neither knows who I am¬ So they cannot truly knowslove me...

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Great poem, Savanna - you also expressed my love/hate relationship with my darker side - but I think it's some thing we all need in order to survive.

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