My Own Jekyll and Hyde.

To Jekyll


I am the keeper, of your darkest fears.

I am the reason, for your saddest tears.

I am the little voice, that no one hears.

I am the nightmare, from your childhood years.


I am the maker, of your darkest hour.

I am the taker, of your precious flower.

I am the one, who’ll make your blood turn sour.

I am the one, who’ll make you praise my power.


I am determined, to destroy your pride.

And I will always, make your dreams denied.

All those promises I made, were lies.

Against your Jekyll, I’m your Mr Hyde!





To Hyde.


I am the fighter, of my darkest fears.

I am the laughter, of my cheerful tears.

I can ignore the voice, that no one hears.

I am the daydream, of my childhood years.


I am the maker, of my finest hour.

I am the blossom, of my precious flower.

I am the healer, when my blood runs sour.

I am the one, who can deny your power.


You can do nothing, to destroy my pride.

All my hopes and dreams, will never die.

I never listened, to your promised lies.

Against my Jekyll, you’re my Mr Hyde!