You say you're just a savage
But to me you were always more

You smell of blood and war
But to me there was always more

You love to laugh in my face
You call me foolish and push me away

I stand so still, for you are
a Mountain Lion, I'm just an outside tabby cat

If you wanted you could hurt me
For in the past you have, you've done it before

You called me names and stop
You stop talking to me, you've made me cry

But there is a beauty in your madness
You make me want to walk beside you, I don't know why...

You say I have a heart of solid black
And if my heart was black then yours is that of space

You make me crazy, I want you that much
You tell me to go away, with snarl in your voice

But how can I go away? How can I leave?
When you are like a black hole and I can never be free

There is beauty in your eyes, like space without sunlight
You once wanted me... but now I am just a nuisance

You told me once that you cared about me
How happy I once was... When you cared

But I was fool...
For Mountain Lions tend to eat outside tabby cats

I have in my possession
A collection of
Fine feathers and beads
Of pretty colors
So wonderful to see
My collection of
Fine feathers and beads

I am
not a
true racist...
I am
a culturist...
I do
not like
certain...cultures...
Even though
that culture
is my
own....

I...
    
                    Can't...
                                      
Sleep...

                      For...

The...    
                                        
               Fear...

                                  
Invades...

                         My...
                                                            
                                                                          
Dreams...

                                   Making...


Me...

                      Cry...

once upon a time there was a
girl with dark hair and dark eyes
who met a boy who broke her
fragile heart into several pieces
the pieces then flew to the
arms of several different boys
the boys the pieces flew to didn't
know exactly what to do with just a piece
so from their calloused hands
the sharp broken heart bits fell
to the hard cold frozen ground
where the cold kept them safe
but then there was a boy who
began to pick them up from the ground
and held them tightly though the
pieces were sharp then there was another
boy  who picked up the pieces too
two boys picking up the pieces of one girls broken heart
each piece individual and unique and so unlike the rest
one offered his heart after the other and the girl now has to choose
which part of her heart she wants to live with forever

Gray flesh sown and stitched to blue flesh
Staples reflect the silvery moonlight
The professor scurries about like a crab around the massive human-like Creature on the cold metal slab
The monster isn't alive, not yet anyway
The professor is hurrying now
To make sure everything is perfect before the time comes
Wires and cables run from the monsters flesh to an assortment of Machines that whirl and flash with color
The machines look like monsters themselves, far more scary then the one on the operating table...
The professor, my master, says that this HAS to work...
I do not doubt my masters genius
But I fear the monster I helped him build
From bodies we stole from the morgue where the professor works
He says that if it works he will make more
I do not understand how the machines, lighting and moonlight and all that complicated things work
My mind is too simple for such things
I simply serve my master and do what he asks
The monster will be my masters greatest achievement
The greatest achievement science has ever seen!
I know I won't be remembered, my role is too simple for that
It will not be written down how I cut up those smelly corpses
And sown the dead flesh together to make something new
It will not be written how cold it is to sleep on the uneven castle floor With no more then straw and a moth eaten blanket for warmth
No, it will not be written down that I was the one to pull the switch
No, I will not be remembered but the monster will be
The monster my master would not have been able to create without me
Me, his faithful servant
Me, his pitiful slave
Me, the sower of flesh and assistant of a mad man
A crazed genius, with skin as white as paper
And cold as ice, how my masters eyes almost glow as the time draws near
There is not trace of fear on my masters white face
With a wild grin that reveals his crooked tombstone like teeth
He commands me to do what all the others before me were born to do
I reach out my green/grayish hand and...
Obey... I pull the black cold lever with the red *** on top

The artificial lighting flashes!
The moonlight quivers!
The machines scream as if alive, as if in pain!

The monster writhes and convulses with life
Suddenly as if someone had turned a switch everything dies
The machines the artificial lighting even the moonlight is gone
Pure darkness, solid almost tangible blackness
And just as quickly as it had left all the light and noise came back
And there strapped to the cold metal slab
The monster lay still
The defeat,
The utter hopelessness,
The grief that now was etched so deeply in my beloved masters pale face broke my simple heart
And as I was about to take a step towards my master
Something, I don't know what made me look towards the monster

The monster opened his eyes...