repus

randomness from the twists in my mind; i loathe rhyming, but this just poured out, somehow...


dr. jekyll's last journal entry...:


darkness always comes out of nowhere,
creeping up and taking over
this weathered and tired soul,
lacking any form of control
to walk away from the shadows,
into the light, a new tomorrow,
positively tested ways
to guide us through another day,
'cause blindness has now plagued these eyes
to see these things, to recognize
and understand that light's the way
to destroy demonic decay,
when life's luster is all but lost
for everything, at any cost,
to kill the pain that lies inside
of each of us, our mr. hyde...?