Just a random thing I've made, trying to get back into writing poetry and scripts, really, testing different thoughts and styles, kind of forming an overall arc (I hope)
Compelled by darkness, repelled by light
The line blurs between wrong and right
Intoxicated by the touch of sin
My mind fights with the heart within
Is it the beauty? Is it the beast?
Is there something coming to feast?
If this is wrong, why does it feel so good?
Am I just more Devil food?
But thoughts and notions aren't spells and potions
I'm just trying to fight against the motions
There must be more to life than fighting against the darkness
Surely I should be fighting against the light?