until now
all the angels
that came into my world
were no more
than demons
with flourescent halos

making promises
they never meant to fulfill
false hope
false prophets
false profits
from an ever dwindling store

now there is one
on my left shoulder
for a moment
i thought one
on my right
as well

the one on the left
proves to be true
everyday
the one on the right
makes excuses
every chance

one gives
with no question
the other
gives nothing but lies
either or
too good to believe

as i gaze
into the mirror
to the reflection
reflected in infinity
in my own gaze
i see the truth

angelic demon
halo of light
forked tongue of deceit
green eyes
with a lizard like slit
down the center

both are me