Tug-of-War with the Devil

My demons they tell me to die
in my own voice
I never know why
but they squeak in my ear
with voices so clear
that I pray that I'll stay alive

My allies, they tell me to live
for all that I have to give.
Well I gave and I give
too much it all is
but death they firmly forbid

My body and mind are so tired
So torn, mental muck, I am mired
to live like this?
It dampens the souls's fire
 
If I write, then I haven't died yet
despite pain, no dark fate have I met.
But the demons persist, the allies persist.
My resolution pulled this way and that.

Quill
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