An experiment
A tortured soul
Murdered, put back together by a man with crazed fantasies
Body part stolen from the worst kind of poets
Ones with maniacal thoughts
Hands taken from a poet who murders his family in each line  
Heart taken from a poet who gave into the hate
He writes about broken relationships
Legs taken from a poet drowned in depression
He writes about failed Suicidal attempts  
Feet from a poet who walks hand in hand with the darkness
His midnight poems about the demons that haunt him
I was a tragic success
Each stitch sealed my fate
A combination of the worst kind of poets
A monster
Something you dreamed about
Something i see in the mirror
Normality is a star in the distance
I wish I could reach
You can't look past these scars
You get lost in between my lines
I've been painted as a monster
Given the name Frankenstein
A symbol of fear
But you fear the wrong one
I am not Frankenstein
No
He's the real monster that created me

Laying on this cold steel
That lead me into this tunnel
Seems like it goes on forever
Its pitch black fills the empty emotions
The vibration of the steel
Wakes a sleeping heart
Pumping muddy blood through my veins
Rotting my bones
Killing my nerves
Manufacturing thoughts
Only for them to get lost in the dark
In this tunnel
They don't go far
There's no light for them to cling to
So they haunt me
Wanting a reason to be
The agitated steel vibrates stronger
Rattling my teeth  
Forcing me to search for the source of its movements
An as I stumble through the darkness
A stream of light flows through the tunnel
A glimmer of hope
But then it's ripped away
By a shocking revelation
By the train that's coming for me

You're the flower I never had
Precious like the blood that bought my salvation
My heart is painted with your love
And your absence makes you more beautiful
For you who made me abstain from all habits
And i aborted all my fears and disbeliefs

Did I ever tell you you're raised in the
Billboard of my mind
As I see you in every single
Thing I do
I have buried my spects
To see no other and focus on a treasure
I bought when my heart was hunted by
Heartbreaks
I can't see the future but i feel your closeness
like the branches to the tree
Am planting a garden of Faith
Hope to stand over all calamities

I just need to yell and scream
And at least make sure the birds know

where to begin
when the task is so mountainous
when all that can be seen is the unmovable
when the need to wretch comes as result of thought
when a heart may fail from silent screams turned inward
the beginning must begin
when there is no way out
when there is nothing left to give
when love seems an unrequited absurdity
when one more day will surely enable the morgue or sanitarium
the mountain is moved

I waited anxiously
For she was to come
And her promise stood.

I was in times of worry
Thinking in bits
Wondering only and only
If she didn't change her mind
I will await
She isn't my sweetheart
But she lives as a favorite