Scars, stitches, various bruises…
Just your average mottled
Frankenstein monster.
Not so green,
Nor dead outside,
Just a heart of coal,
Wings of blackest night,
And jagged fangs shining white.
Frankenstein’s monster;
Devil’s advocate;
Wolf-man’s dream girl,
With a dragon’s bite.
Not just any monster,
I’m defiantly the worst…
But if you’ll be my lunch,
I’ll no longer be the only one
Of my kind…
 
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