Toxic

Toxic, wow I love that word, 

Labels chase you everywhere, quite absurd! 

Everything that fails must be toxic, 

And everything that shines is clean, 

Doesn't really add up, nothing's all toxic and not every shine is all that clean. 

Between 'what is' and 'what should be', there's a thin line: 

This side you are forever tormented, the other side you end up just fine. 

This side you are totally toxic, that side quite clean, 

This side you embrace the darkness, that side has its own sheen. 

The Judges, they sit in the heavens, their messengers: they are all around, 

All of them unappointed, their judgements all flawed, yet they float abound. 

The sun shining through the morning sky, the moon engulfed in the night's gloom, 

Both are innocent souls: one gets the light, the other haunted by perpetual doom. 

Destiny gets decided in the heavens, they say: must be quite a sight, 

One's black, the other grey, some are even white! 

Angles and Demons: sometimes opposites yet sometimes they are the same, 

An Angel if what it does bears fruit, a demon if it goes vain.