Frankenstein
Frankenstein.
A cold hearted killer, a raging fiend
Cloudy eyes that mirror his soul;
Murky reflections of the demon inside
People reject the hideous creation
Forever cursed by his creator's selfish ways
Condemed to forever be an outsider
With no other to empathize his pain.
Wandering, desolate
The cursed nomad
Never meant to belong
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