Twisted and bound

There is always a light in darkness,
And always a darkness in light,
For my soul is bound with both,
Twisting and ripping into each other,
But with each cut they make to each other,
They become more bound as one,
These days get shorter,
But my mind more disturbed,
The shit reaches out to me,
To take my hand,
But as they both twist and turn into oblivion,
Right and wrong don't have an ending to each other,
Many days I sit confused,
Wondering if I'm already in Hell or a step away from heaven,
Whose to say were all wrong,
We very well may be only in a dream,
Sometimes I wonder if God is the bad one,
But who can know why is true anymore,
We are all our own devil,
And this my friend is our Hell...