The Battle Within

There is a constant battle raging inside of me One that the naked eye simply cannot see One side dawns a halo while the other wears it’s horns The rotten side is winning while the peaceful side mourns I try my best to nurture what little good I possess But the bad seems to leech itself, over-rule and oppress I find myself wondering if I am going about this all wrong Maybe instead of fighting I should help them sing their song Perhaps if I give in and feed what I keep depraved I will no longer feel tired, I will no longer feel enslaved There is a fine line to cross and I fear it is too late What have I unleashed within just to satiate So let me ask you this, what would you do? Would you continue to fight the evil or let it break through