Something Hidden

He with his calm exterior
Pleases the one with the fire

But hand hits thigh
Composure is lost
Just for a fleeting moment

The ire bridled
Can but no longer be hidden

The strain holds the nerves taut
The grinding teeth
Furrowed brow
Need to relax

Break free
Let go those words
Before the bitterness bursts within
And the bolt that holds you tight
Is lost

Dark Prevails

On the sweeping roads
Chasing a darker me
Cutting through
Evil looks stronger
Hyde seems to win

A red light
And I catch up

Neck to neck we race
Light and dark and on and on
The good lacks control
Black wins the day