Theres a Hyde inside of me, in surface, Dr Jekyll
For if there was but one of I-then life would be too simple
At times, the Hyde inside of me, torments me to insanity
Appears before me, the sin of Hyde, in forboding vanity
Goodbye to Jekyll, Goodbye to reality
Hello to Mr Hyde, who tickles my sensuality
At times, i feel that i am both, other times-i feel im none
But when they come seeking for me once more, i turn the other way and run
There are two now inside of me, but in the mirror the true self is
who i see
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem