"Mr Jekyll, it's been a while,
And still I've never seen your smile...
The bleach falls to the ground
Spilling free, cleaning dirt...
Peaceful thoughts, slip into her mind,
As she looks around, remembering, for one last...
A snake-bitten voile swirls
in murmuring winds, passing on...
My fist clenches,
and I realize I'm in the stage of anger...
The monsters that roam these shores
know where we make our homes...
I beg you oh dear
schizophrenia, spare me...
Built up walls around me isolation
dark matter of my own creation...
Sitting and thinking
a fools only hope...
I held the knife,
Away from myself...
Each step on the tightrope brings
Another jolt of white fear...
Like diamonds she was beautiful and hard-
What cares have she, that her poet is doomed...