Twin Vipers

Twin vipers coiled around a stick.
Twin vipers that can make me sick.
Twin vipers that can always bite.
Twin vipers visible in my sight.

Ying and Yang guiding me along.
Mortal combat from dusk to dawn.
Each one giving me their choices.
Sometimes no escape from the voices.

The rage of voices in my mind.
Sometimes they can be so unkind.
To hear one is to hear the other.
Caught in the middle; I discover.

Fangs so sharp; They scare me.
I hear my own voice but barely.
Their bites are deadly poison.
But it is the life I have chosen.

I am glad they bite themselves.
I don't want any of their hell.
It is good that we can coexist.
Because I know they will persist.