I walk past mirrors trying not to provoke conversation,
the reflection and me seldom agree.
I hear him tap, tap, tap, day and night,
my hyde side.
He tries to lead me astray with temptation,
"the moon misses her brother of the night,
listen.....the shadows beckon us, come".
When his words dont woo me
he turns to making fun of me,
"Look at you contributing to society
with your worthless existence", as he laughs
through the night.
Sometimes he tries to make sense of the past,
"How can you pretend to like the light
when we've spent so long in darkness,
you blind fool".
Maybe he's right.


© DT