Down a darkened alleyway, where people are led astray, a mysterious presence is felt, where dealings are dealt, a horribly disfigured guy, stares right into my eyes, where I get a sense that I've seen this person before, but I can't remember where from, as I reach for the crooked door, the air all around feels glum, a vile smell fills the air, and everything feels like a deceptive snare.
I stumble upon three bodies, of a man, a child and a lady, covered in blood and with gaping wounds, and puss oozing out, I hear the bark of a bloodied hound, what 'he' has done can never be found out.
Returning back to the lab, Dr. Jekyll takes a look at the bloodied slab, and screams a horrific cry, and questions why, his other side, the 'darker' side, had to take over him tonight, whilst wondering the streets of London, and cause such a fright, whilst beating the family to death with a bludgeon.
The questions can't be answered, instead the pieces are just shattered, and nothing seems right at all, and as morning falls, the mild mannered side slowly develops, whilst Mr. Hyde starts to become jealous, believing him and his evil ways are not wanted, as Dr. Jekyll's soul feels haunted, and so Hyde starts to cut himself open, as his soul starts to feel broken, and Jekyll slumps to the ground, without making any further sound.
And so, failure to battle his own demons, Hyde begins to waste away, as his shadow, as his demons began scheming, had became his very own prey, as night soon turned to day, and the clouds began to turn grey, his other side won, and began to saviour all of the fun.
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This Is Your Voice
شِعرA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
