Thursday, January 19, 2012

Frankenstein

Her smile haunts my dreams, never being able to rip away the portrait of false perfection
I can never get words out from behind the locked doors of my heart
I can't truly see the repulsive creature I see every time I pass a mirror
You are my creator
I hunger for your love, crave for your touch, and thirst for the quenching relief of your kiss
Do you not see how deformed I turned out?
I'm not meant to be your experiment
I was not meant to turn into a being sewn carelessly back together after your mistakes
Am I doomed to stalk through the passages of your castle of hearts?
I am locked away until the soul that chains me fades away with time
Forever your Frankenstein

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