the stars are out tonight
trying to call out your name
trying to get you to notice them
do you feel small?
take into consideration
the same God that made millions of stars
also made you
perfect in his image
you are exactly who you are
supposed to be
don't take that for granted

Fine line between my mind and I must be useless or two face to late to easy to be replaced and it may be just lady fate has s great hate for me or my tape recorder mind replays how out of place I can be realistically I feel like I'm being drowned out at sea but there is no vanity cuz if I die out here there is no one here to see

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