Inside Dr. Jekyll's Head~ by Yoshay Lama Lindblom
Contradictions surround like a bilious ache,
altruism on one hand my character shapes.
Moral integrity mirroring my day’s mantra,
a fine ploy but nonetheless an affected dogma.
Convoluted circumstances, a likely answer,
devolution however, nourishes my anger.
Progression by night comes with such a relief,
A comedy indeed! in my life of grief.
Rewards of gratification breathe in these alleys,
Purpose of vengeance for me, the night carries.
Power-lust, invincibility, by night I portray
an inversion to my life-saving craft by day.
My own helix of shadows versus light.
A riot of rendezvous I live by night,
Inamorato I am, to most femme fatales,
their ends however lie secretly in my hands.
Compassion my expression by morning holds,
a looter of innocent lives, by evening unfolds.
Ruination perhaps is my second name,
of that, most certainly, I am not ashamed.
Idolization in any case I seek not,
but for my crimes I wish never to be caught.
©Yoshay Lama Lindblom 2012