My Personal Mr. Hyde

[blunderbess]

Doctor, Doctor!
Give me a pill.
A pill to kill the pain,
to kill the darkness inside of me.
To kill the voice inside my head,
that won't let me sleep for crying.

How could the arrow miss it's mark?
Collateral damage and innocent bystanders.
I asked for an assassination,
got a bomb.
Now I 'm surrounded,
burnt out husks
and radiation poisoning

Nuclear winter,
Christmas in July.
Without Santa,
it doesn't feel the same.
I don't believe in fairies anymore.
All illusions stripped away.

Doctor! Doctor!
I don't feel right.
What have I become?
I think a monster crawled inside me
Do you know what's going wrong?
I think that it wants out.