| Title: | My Frankenstein Heart |
| Posted On: | 2007-08-13 22:38:12 |
Walking home, the lustful gaze of strangers
Fills me up with bubbles of shallow pride
Though I know I'm not that pretty or kind,
I hold a beast to feed, a beast to hide,
Beating inside, a monster I've contrived:
Pieces of men I've loved sown together,
All stiched and bloated and sore and alive,
Bruises of their flesh, marrow of their mind,
Each flake soaking in their deepest passion,
One by one like a knowledge collection.
Was it them or myself that I have loved?
or is it simply
none of the above
