This Blackened Heart of Mine.

Silence dares me to be quiet,
but Fear begs me to scream.
The Truth acts as if I'm lying
but there's nothing else to see.

Future pleads me to continue,
the Past tightens its grip,
Present tortures my head,
choking me and not letting it slip.

Darkness surrounds my being,
while Light tries to help me up.
They don't notice I'm sinking
until my breathing has stopped.

The Skies ask me to go higher,
but the Ground pulls me under.
The World sees me as a liar,
and I can't help but wonder.

Can Hell accept back the Demon I am?
Would Heaven prefer me as submissive as a lamb?
What are those?Angels that I hear sing?
Or are those my fellow demons,ready to bring me in?