| Chained to the wall My soul tormented with demons My body is weak from their presants Eyes full of blood and fear Mind, twisted by the voices in the dark Voices argue back and forth Light appers in the center of the cell Angels of Heaven and Hell gather. Gambling over my soul I become restless and scared of the figures ahead For the seem to glow and gleam with light of red and and gold I close my eyes and I an snatched up by an angel Of what side I am unsure I open my eyes to find that my angel was not of Heaven, nor of Hell But of my soul, for I let go of myself today. Copyright � 2001 Dawn L. S. |