A Letter To Mrs. Frankenstein Phd
Tonight I speak to you,
with a sober mind that
keeps my memories vivid,
and a melancholy mood
that reflects the deepest
darkest depths of my
dangerous depression,
Sealed with heartache
Stamped with the hurtful
indiscretions of a man made
ignorant by the reality of a
loss that eradicated his soul,
Be it prudent to allow my
reminiscence to fade into
the infinite background of
forgotten brooded teenage angst
My memories are empowered
by love, and by such an emotion,
have denied my will and become
personified to the point of eternal
embodiment, grabbing my tongue
and squeezing out ink used to
express the immortal affection of
its own first and only creed,
Thus by the mutual compassion
once held by our hearts alike,
The monster of your imagination
was born to a world incapable of
comprehending the love of a
creature for the love of his creator,
A creature who hides his face
for he is hideous without you,
Crushed by the harrowing
lightening strike of being
condemned to a life without
the bolt of love that gave him
breath, he becomes the lost,
Yet he devotedly searches for you,
as I do, as we both breakdown
screaming and crying out loud,
in harmony, "Creator, please...
Love me again.."
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