Miss Hyde
Just tell me, how can I stop thy agony?
It feels like life charges thee with a felony.
My little angel is in sorrow and melancholy!
Please life! She is my peace and company.
Is it a love story or a temporary deal?
Fighting my demons to help you with yours.
A passing cloud, or a remaining zeal?
Canceling every impulse to avoid remorse.
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No wonder or promised land is waiting for us.
Yes to every challenge and bump in the road.
No landscapes, but mountains and dark forests.
Like Sisyphus to the summit with heavy load.
To my mind, I see no reason to leave.
Fear of failure is merely a phantom.
Whilst walking, thy elegant hands on my sleeve.
To love thee is not an option but a syndrome.
Thy remedy is not outside, but is thy pride
Killing thyself like a bald eagle with its beak
My dear! Thee and I must go side by side.
Fighting pain like a stoic as we speak.
The confrontation of thee and the shadow…
Touching its surface and in dreams thee ride!
The suffering must shrink and narrow…
Reincarnation of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
Salute to every part of thee that I admire.
I believe that thee as a piece of sculpture.
Trying to write about me and finding a half…
Writing about thee as a part of myself.
