The Temple

Awash in darkness and disguise Mistaken for light in my denial The truth a fiction in my eyes Refracting dispassion as I lie The thousand eyes that gaze into This broken mess I took from youth I claim a shell crafted by you The thousand hands that ran me through Now twisted, poisoned and possessed I’m half a demon, half obsessed With overcoming all regrets I want to climb beyond myself In my convoluted disrepair I am between love and despair I only wish to one day share The self that vanished when I got scared Now host to darkness and the light At constant battle through these nights My dreams will grant these creatures sight But in duality I realise Without the light I would not see That without darkness I’d not breathe And through this war I will conceive The strongest self through clarity These tools of war are now my own A balanced self has finally grown The Angel vigilant and known The Demon, tamed, now guards this home