A Letter To Mrs. Frankenstein Phd

Tonight I speak to you, with a sober mind that keeps my memories vivid, and a melancholy mood that reflects the deepest darkest depths of my dangerous depression, Sealed with heartache Stamped with the hurtful indiscretions of a man made ignorant by the reality of a loss that eradicated his soul, Be it prudent to allow my reminiscence to fade into the infinite background of forgotten brooded teenage angst My memories are empowered by love, and by such an emotion, have denied my will and become personified to the point of eternal embodiment, grabbing my tongue and squeezing out ink used to express the immortal affection of its own first and only creed, Thus by the mutual compassion once held by our hearts alike, The monster of your imagination was born to a world incapable of comprehending the love of a creature for the love of his creator, A creature who hides his face for he is hideous without you, Crushed by the harrowing lightening strike of being condemned to a life without the bolt of love that gave him breath, he becomes the lost, Yet he devotedly searches for you, as I do, as we both breakdown screaming and crying out loud, in harmony, "Creator, please... Love me again.."