Oh how I loved thee.
Your hook for a hand made me bleed.
You said “Follow Me,”
And I went to the darkest forest;
I am still here and my leader is nowhere to be found.
With a black hole as a heart you dragged me in
Shredding me to pieces, yet I remained.
I know that it is me who sits here,
But I also know that it is not who I used to be.
The men who took all of me and decided
I was now soiled and used,
The men who woke me from a coma
Only to bashed my heart and head in,
The men who whispered sweet nothings
Who in a turn of events yelled all my secrets
This one is for you:
I am the monster and you are Frankenstein.
All I am is a corpse resurrected again and again.
This is who you created, and I am nothing to you now.
Let me count the ways.