dichotomy

[scaeagles]

the blemishes appear upon
the epidermis of my soul
i know the wrong i contemplate
which side of me will have control
responsibility grows old
i turn my back on what is right
i look around for someone watching
i'd be embarrassed if it came to light
i reason with my mr. hyde
and justify within my head
I can't stop drinking the elixir
upon my path to join the dead
my inner demons want their freedom
I push them back but I can feel them
rising to the surface
fighting to the surface
the more I work to try to fight it
the more I realize I like it
should I be afraid that I like it?
while hoping that no one will see
the darkness deep inside of me
dichotomy