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Frankenstein's Monster

Poetry By: RJohnson

Tags: Death, Horror, Poem


Submitted:Dec 21, 2010    Reads: 30    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I built a living creature with every body part that I could find.

I had no idea that I was giving him a psychopathic mind.

He has a flat head, green skin and bolts in his neck.

He escaped from my lab and he's on a violent trek.

He has killed ten men, eight women and even a little boy.

The villagers are after my creature because he must be destroyed.

When I stitched him together, I didn't know that he would kill.

All I wanted to do was create life and now misery is what I feel.

My creature will continue his killing spree, there's no doubt.

Surprisingly he just returned to my lab and I blew his brains out.

It's great that he's dead because his carnage was as deadly as a disease.

I'm responsible for my creature's murders and I'll surrender to the authorities.


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