Call me Mister Grey.

No more Doctor Jekyll, no more Mister Hyde.
No more bright light, nor dark side.

Never looked into my eyes,
fear of what behind them lies.
With one last tear, this Broken-angel dies.

Confronted by life's mirror,
thoughts of demons made me quiver.
Those cold dark eyes, a spinal shiver.
But found only me, now truths deliver.

Angel and Demon are one,
      only human.

Light and Dark twist,
      into sunrise mist.

Black and white decay,
      into Fifty Shades of Grey.

DJB - 2015/08/04