I was her beautiful monster
Sprung to life by the touch of her lips,
A kind face among the unkind
She saw what most consider frightening a calm Hush through the bellows of a lifeless throb.
I grew inspired by the touch of her hand; simple yet full of passion.
Over indulged I leaped to the  Resurrection of her grasp
Tedious without bound,
The broken spirit that I felt rush back into me.
To breathe again at steady pace
To afford every sight that felt my eyes
Lungs over joyed by the air entertained by her joyous smile
I grotesque in the reflection she considered beautiful shone off her eyes.
I doubted the heartbeat I once knew as still
It all seemed but a dream
The excess of believe
Cold skin, the feel of dirt and grime
I grew in debt; not truly knowing the cost
Reality, I was only a thought that roamed her mind
Forever more