There's a bit of good and bad in me.
It's with us all, comes naturally.
Heaven remembers the days I was giving,
Gave and gave and thought of others.
But Hell wants my soul when he recalls
How selfish I was, despite it all.
I'm keeping to the shadows, where dark and light merge.
Neither angelic nor satanic.
I think its the best place to be.
Oh yeah nice poem by the way i forgot to say! lol
Terri i'd definitely make u right there!