Frankenstein's Lament

Shadows creep, the night unfolds,

A broken heart, a story told,

In this skin, a restless ghost,

A soul reborn, a life I loathe.

Wires and scars, stitched with despair,

In this attic, I breathe the air,

Parts of me, scattered all around,

Lost in crowds, but never found.

Mirror shows a stranger's face,

Carved from chaos, lost in this place,

Hear the whispers, feel the chains,

This heartache masks my endless pains.

I’m Frankenstein, born from rage,

Haunted by dreams, locked in my cage,

Pieces of life, sewn up so tight,

Searching for solace in the coldest night.

Thunder rolls in a shattered sky,

Lightning strikes, but I can't cry,

Electric pulse, I come alive,

But in this form, will I survive?

Mirror shows a stranger's face,

Carved from chaos, lost in this place,

Hear the whispers, feel the chains,

This heartache masks my endless pains.

I’m Frankenstein, born from rage,

Haunted by dreams, locked in my cage,

Pieces of life, sewn up so tight,

Searching for solace in the coldest night.

Screams of the past echo loud and clear,

Masked in shadows, drowning in fear,

A monster's heart beneath the skin,

Searching for light I can never win.

I’m Frankenstein, born from rage,

Haunted by dreams, locked in my cage,

Pieces of life, sewn up so tight,

Searching for solace in the coldest night.

In this dark, I stand alone,

A puppet heart, but no control,

Frankenstein, with a hollow sound,

A living corpse, lost, but bound.