I am turned this way 

and that with a switch,

from innocence to

corruption, and 

love to hate.


Energy alive.

Depression dead.


Longing for life.

Seeking death.


A fish with eyes

on opposite sides.


Changeable as 

the hot summer wind.


Fire and ice swim free in me,

hot rising and falling cold,

coming on and going off,

petrified and pink.


Cut me open with a knife,

and see the pain and

see the strife.


The devil lives here

growling soft with rage,

with the angel’s wings

that take me to flight away.


See me cry.

See me smile.


See me turn and

press the switch.