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Sincerely Dr. Jekyll
I can feel this rage boiling,
Bubbling to the top.
I can feel it catching fire,
Gathering heat nonstop.
Trampled on, belittled, and used,
With pain and anger suppression fused,
Cap to bottle where pressure grew.
A rageful burst ignites a flame,
A violent urge inside creates
An urgent need to purge what’s sane.
So I tipped the ladle and poured my pain,
Into molds I cast from shame,
Where molten bone is cooled with haste
To form the blackest glass to claws and fangs.
From iron ladle, fall tears like viscous drips,
Drops that burn the softness from my fearful lips.
Fire quickly desecrates
The innocence I held in vain,
My tongue reforged in Satan’s grip,
Now a sharpened blade my speech equips.
The blackened sneer drawn on my face,
Upon my soul has left a phosphorus stain.
My body begins to seize and twitch,
And from my mind my memory slips.
Chunks of time from sight erased,
Under pressure the chainmail breaks.
Self-control, not mine to claim,
Within my bones, I feel the itch.
With a second pop, my seams have split,
My one body now, shares two minds.
A ferocious fire that burns inside,
lights the forge that brings to life
A creature birthed from rage’s flame
That from my being can now escape.
Using my body, it contorts my frame,
A primitive urge to destroy untamed.
With my bladed tongue, it speaks in rhyme,
That death by cane a passion’s crime.
But just to show his civilized side,
Chosen next be a deadly shade of night.
Under shadowed fate our souls entwined,
But don’t confuse his name with mine.
If what you cherish is your life,
It would yet be best to call him,
Mr. Hyde
Bubbling to the top.
I can feel it catching fire,
Gathering heat nonstop.
Trampled on, belittled, and used,
With pain and anger suppression fused,
Cap to bottle where pressure grew.
A rageful burst ignites a flame,
A violent urge inside creates
An urgent need to purge what’s sane.
So I tipped the ladle and poured my pain,
Into molds I cast from shame,
Where molten bone is cooled with haste
To form the blackest glass to claws and fangs.
From iron ladle, fall tears like viscous drips,
Drops that burn the softness from my fearful lips.
Fire quickly desecrates
The innocence I held in vain,
My tongue reforged in Satan’s grip,
Now a sharpened blade my speech equips.
The blackened sneer drawn on my face,
Upon my soul has left a phosphorus stain.
My body begins to seize and twitch,
And from my mind my memory slips.
Chunks of time from sight erased,
Under pressure the chainmail breaks.
Self-control, not mine to claim,
Within my bones, I feel the itch.
With a second pop, my seams have split,
My one body now, shares two minds.
A ferocious fire that burns inside,
lights the forge that brings to life
A creature birthed from rage’s flame
That from my being can now escape.
Using my body, it contorts my frame,
A primitive urge to destroy untamed.
With my bladed tongue, it speaks in rhyme,
That death by cane a passion’s crime.
But just to show his civilized side,
Chosen next be a deadly shade of night.
Under shadowed fate our souls entwined,
But don’t confuse his name with mine.
If what you cherish is your life,
It would yet be best to call him,
Mr. Hyde
Published 20th Nov 2024
Author's Note
Most definitely Inspired by The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, an 1886 Gothic Novel written by Robert Louis Stevenson.
I wanted to capture that moment when you're in your own head because you're afraid of what you might do if on the outside. You are trying so hard to keep your shit together while screaming inside WTF!!! When you have to split yourself in two to maintain your poise. lol
I wanted to capture that moment when you're in your own head because you're afraid of what you might do if on the outside. You are trying so hard to keep your shit together while screaming inside WTF!!! When you have to split yourself in two to maintain your poise. lol
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Anonymous
20th Nov 2024 1:04pm
Well done!
