The neon streetlights glisten on the late October frost,
I think of the night I was created,
At what cost?

Abominated to this industrial war zone,
I trudge through the streets
Completely alone.

Everywhere I look I’m met with astonished eyes,
Disgusted, bewildered, 
At this dead patchwork surprise.

The city looks exaggerated and obscure tonight,
“Trick or treat” they scream
Am I free, or do I still fright?

The sun rises to relight my reclusive hell,
I must now Hyde,
But oh how I long for Jekyll.