My twin devils of lust and love,
Play chess with me
As if I am their pawn,
Seeking advantage over each other.
Each step in the battle,
I face my foe,
As if I look in a mirror.
Always moving forwards,
No retreating,
Hell defeating,
Shoulder to shoulder I stand,
Simply blocked by the heat of battle.
How do I fight myself?
How can I hope to win,
When they move me,
with their desires?
I fight for my queen,
And yet in her game
Of cut and thrust,
I am but cannon fodder.
Do I die in love, Or win in lust?
Or die to lust, and win with love?
