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
Yes you are the kids You are the future of poetry I've had my day Reveled in the glory But the Baton must be passed To you, the young, the beautiful Who write the words .And so I fade into glory My time here is done I ask the young ones here To make sure the the flag is flown
Hearts of stone melt At heat tissues burn, Blood to boil, into ash, Muscle blown away strengthless, weak at Mercury's Ascent, Wherein this fluid rock, reveals molten flexibility, An adept athleticism for Love's sport alchemy As cold marble turns to gold.