There are warring factions at work in me,
two or more distinct pieces that make me complete.
Yet never quite.
There are no winners, no one gives up the fight.
No one surrenders or compromises at all.
No one ever gives up, no one ever stands tall
in victory or bows in defeat.
And all these opposing forces are pulling hard on me.
Because I am afraid to decide who to aid
and who should taste death at the end of my blade.