Frank N. Stein

By Bulvine

The head re-attached

the body revived

government plot un-hatched

doctor says, "it's alive, it's alive"!

But how can we control him?

how can we control it?

with one single micro-chip?

and the flip of a switch?

Frank...can you hear me?

Frank...can you speak clearly?

I hear you loudly

I can speak directly

I dream, though my mind will poison my sleep

I wake, one thought troubles me deep

I feel nothing, no reason, no laugh, no weep

if it is death you seek

when you gave life to a dark seed

so shall you sew, so shall you reap

with these hands I tear the heart from your chest

while you fall I can hear your last breath

such a tasty morsel, this death

My demons around me night and day

like a glorious beast that leads the way

my putrefaction far within

laughs incessantly for my sin

walk not on lonely street

listen fatihfully to the screams

look over shoulder, quicken your pace

look once more, for the end of days

I only died once, now it's your turn

say your last penance, as your skin starts to burn

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Copyright 2010 Bulvine
Published on Thursday, August 12, 2010.     Filed under: "Horror" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Art is wothless without an audience...thanks for being that audience
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