Blessed Evils

What if in fact this is all a dream?  What do I make of the devils and angels dancing across my eyes?  In the quiet of night I can barely make out their squabbling.  Fighting again.  I'm not sure why I'm still surprised by it all.  Both have found a home inside myself.  As much as fire extinguish, he still finds a way inside.  How long before the feathers overtake?  Perhaps it all depends on strength.  How hard must I grit my teeth? How much blood drawn from my tongue?  I can't feel anything.  Happy, sad, all I am is numb.  Thaw me out, let me feel.  Something...Anything.