Angels and Demons
The end of it all is creeping near,
and this is what I tell those I hold dear.
The angels and demons fighting within,
tearing at my soul beneath my skin.
The tears I cry some cleanse my soul,
while others fill an endless hole.
I fight the curse of unhappieness each and every day,
down on my knees to my God I do pray.
Still the fight for my soul rages on,
I hope the angels win before I am gone.
By: Angela Holcomb
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