Choices Made Blind

by The Even Numbered Nephew   Jun 21, 2007


My eyes are blind-
my hands are tied-
I'm stuck in this dark room.
Given a choice-
not sure which voice
will lead me to my doom.

The angel's here-
the demon's near-
Which is old and which is new?
The angel's eyes-
the demon's lies-
I know not which is true.

The angel speaks-
the demon shrieks-
My mind is torn in two.
I want to choose-
but if I lose
my soul Hell will consume.

I take a guess-
and start to press
towards the demon's voice.
The angel cries-
but slowly dies-
I start to hate my choice.

Forever fear
the demons near.
They'll only feed you pain.
I've paid my debt.
My secret's kept.
I'll take it to my grave.

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