jekyll and hyde
i feel like the furies are closing in,
reaching out with their long taloned hands
trying to drag me to the depth of tartarus.
i can feel them getting closer
to close for my sanity
my mind is fighting for dominance.
i am starting to have all this anger inside
and i am starting to feel like jekyll and hyde.
closer...
they right behind me
i can hear the voices of all the damned souls.
i am begining to feel, as if i am wondering through the nefarious darkness.
always paranoid looking every which direction,
just being able to see a shadow with red eyes disappear.
its like its trying to make me doutb myself
make me think i am turning into a mania.
the mania of pandemonium.
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