Limbo

I'm like a photograph, I'm like a photograph in the sense that I reflect the essence of a memory long since past, yet in all actuality I'm paper thin. As long as the Jekyll eludes my Hyde it will continue to be this way, never fully allowing myself to be one or the other, all man.. or all monster. I've become nothing more than a face masking the broken record inside repeating what I know you want to hear in order to keep you close.. so I'll never have to know what it is to be alone. My eyes are less of a window into my soul and more of a mirror into yours, in hopes that when you sit across from me and leak to me all your secrets I can create the illusion that you're speaking to one of your own. Don't mis construe my message, I'm not gloating. I simply want what you have, that which I don't..