81. The Dark Half

I’m tired of being two different men,
I always want you to be killed.
But I don’t really know if I can,
If I’m able to or if I will

Just take my gun, and raise the cock,
And pull the trigger oh at last.
Because of you my life’s so dark,
I want from toil to be at rest.

I feel how you take hold of me
Before you show your loathsome face.
I know that I am up a tree,
And very difficult’s my case,

Because I have you — my dark half.
I’m Dr. Jekyll, you’re Mr. Hyde.
When I am crying you’d like to laugh,
When I am open you’d like to hide.

My life’s much worse than even hell,
But I cannot get rid of you.
All I can do is only yell,
For I do not know what to do.

When you appear there is no me,
It’s only you who then exist.
What you are doing I can’t see,
But I will not deliver my keys.

What should I do? I can’t kill you
If I don’t commit suicide.
It really is the only way to
Kill my dark half, my Mr. Hyde.

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