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Jekeyll in Hyding
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Jekeyll in Hyding |
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ThyWizard Member
since 2000-08-06
Posts 56Chambersburg, PA, USA |
Jekeyll in Hyding The moon is white and ghostly; howling in its own, The things it brings to life are chilling to the bone. It’s there in the sky watching all the time, Across the black sky It’s evil aura silent as a mime. They say it’s made of rock, some say milk or cheese, I don’t really care Just Stop Watching Me! It’s all around my house; it creeps in my window, Bringing evil magic, but none will ever know. I pull my curtains tight and try to shut it out, But it always gets back in, creeping without a doubt. It makes me want to howl out loud, Underneath that darkness shroud. I feel my flesh crawl and my hands begin to shake, Evil growls from deep inside makes the whole house quake. Heat is rising up a painful, burning sensation, The moon is the curse of my eternal damnation. Nails grow long and hair grows down, Lips curl up to an evil frown. Long, sharp fangs and mutated shape, Not something seen on videotape. I thirst the blood of humans I think, Not quite insane, but on the brink. But all of this is no surprise, I’m Dr. Jekeyll and Mr. Hyde I hunt at night and hunt to kill, Not to eat, but for the pure thrill. Born of a magic evil and pure, It’s not a disease; there is no cure. Trust me I know I’ve tried everything, Now it’s the moon at which I sing. I have no control over these powers, Sometimes minutes or lasts for hours. I have no awareness or conscience to bind, It’s a soul that I must find. My soul was gone before my birth, I guess Satan got there first. I just can’t take one; it must be given, Or unless my curser is risen. But I know she’s dead because it was my mother, And I know it’s true that I don’t have another. I guess it could be my father, But he’s dead too so why even bother. I guess that it’s a fact not for me to know, I was meant to be God’s own private freak show. So I’ll continue to hunt like I always do, And howl at the moon, even when it’s blue. But all of this is no real surprise, Cuz I’m Dr. Jekeyll and Mr. Hyde. When those things go bump in the night, Is it me? IT JUST MIGHT! During the day I’m not real wack, So gimme a break, cut me some slack. I’m a normal man tryin a live another day, All I’m lookin for is a way for pay. I was a scientist and had my own lab, But I just got out of a drug rehab. When I started changing I got hooked on weed, Then moved on to acid, LSD. Now I work at a Quickie Mart, It ain’t much, but it’s a start. I sit on my butt and drink iced tea, Welcome to da Quickie Mart, Would you like a Sluuuurrpee? This sucks, and it ain’t worth it, I’m about to have, another fit. I went to high school, and Princeton too, With my degree there wasn’t jack I couldn’t do. Rocket scientist, no prob, High school teacher?! Wanna job? But I worked on my own, forget the rest, Me, myself, and I is how I work best. Now I’m this and in the hole, Until I hear that moonlit bell begin to toll. Then I turn into a hideous thing, Wait and see all the ruckus I’ll bring. Still all of this is no surprise, I’m just Dr. Jekeyll and Mr. Hyde. Inside of me is another dimension, When it gets free I feel the tension. I feel my muscles tighten, thoughts race through my head, I gotta do something before I end up dead. I gotta tell some one and I need to do it fast, My life is all I worry bout, my world already crashed. I feel power surging; he’s loosening his prison, For in this final hour the moon has sadly risen. I don’t know who will win, I’ll have to wait and see, For I must go to battle with the thing inside of me. The moonlit bell tolled and I refused to let him out, He threw his power at me, a bloodcurdling shout. He’s using all his power, throwing all his weight, This show of strength determines all my fate. As I struggle now I’m connected to his mind, I see all the things that have been lost behind. He’s a mad and vile beast, overwhelmed in sin, I’m not sure this is a battle I can win. I’m searching in his mind, what’s he trying to hide? The human soul he had has long ago since died. For a brief second I shut the door to his cage, But before it slammed shut he hit it with his rage. The battle raged on and we kept up on the fight, He couldn’t gain an inch, try as he might. My foot was on something, it felt like a wall, It was that thing that helped me not to fall. His method of attack he tried to alter, No matter what, I can’t even falter. Sweat’s breaking on my forehead and running down my face, There’s no reality; I’m between Earth and Space. My eyes are closed, teeth are gritted, fists tightly clenched, I feel like my soul is being ripped and wrenched. He uses evil magic to run memories through my mind, In hopes to distract me or to make me blind. I ignore temptation and concentrate real hard, He doesn’t know what’s up my sleeve, a hidden card. An ace of spades I kept in case I needed a break, Cuz it ain’t my soul that he’s gonna take. I pulled out a gun I had hid away, If I don’t do something than he will win the day. I put it to my head and a little on the side, For the world and my soul I committed suicide. It was a tough decision, but one I had to make, And so to my grave it’s the creature that I take. This entire story was no real surprise, Cuz I was Dr. Jekeyll and killed Mr. Hyde. This is my most prized piece, i'm extremely proud of the way it turned out, i'm really looking forward to see some of the comments on this one...ThyWizard(formerly.. BigPimpinSka8tr) " If who i am is what i have and what i have is lost, then who am I? " - unknown |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Wow, I am almost rendered comment-less. Long and sad story. Excellent portrayal of a tortured soul. Hope you are not feeling like this inside. Peace Catalinamoon Practice can make anything perfect...even grief can become an art. Merrit Malloy |
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lotharingia Senior Member
since 2000-06-04
Posts 897saarbruecken, Germany |
Ditto: wow! Brilliant piece. Can't say anything else!  Lotharingia "Dreams are life, reality, creation" Miguel de Unanumo |
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Deborah1 Senior Member
since 2000-06-22
Posts 653New Hampshire |
What a journey through the mind!! This took alot of creativity to produce! Well done, dark, but fits well here at DP!! I too hope your not feeling that way...Excellent work!! The fragrance always stays in the hand that gives the rose...--Hada Bejar |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~Whoa. That was a trip and a half. Thank you for the journey into extremely deep waters of this. Very interesting piece. Take care now. *Peace. [This message has been edited by SpitFire (edited 08-06-2000).] |
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