Frankesteinism
Born dead...
A giant, with a mind of a child.
One of the many children...
I'll curl my hair
and line my lips...
I am not what many would think...
I am not what they all see me as...
If a stranger was in pain
Is there anything you would do...
Rescue us from the down pour
and the ice within our veins...
It bothers me when a curious child
can’t get a book without risking danger...
It doesn't matter how much we get, we always want...
We need the finest living arrangements, technology...
The faceless many
Shes wrapped in the arms of immoral society...
Why do they say there's something wrong?
That I can't love her like I do...
The power of two, cannot be divided,
because together they are aligned...
Upon the crest of
the moon she lay...