The Creativity of Frankenstein

Monsters are not born
They're created
She's alive!
Look at your creation
I must say you're creative

A human with a soul
Is no more
Now tension is a consequence
Because love wasn't used to mold

Behold!

Your beautiful monster
She was lovely
Before you took her light
Replaced it with darkness
Because you didn't want to be
Loving

Promises were made
But they were broken
Just like that heart that doesn't live
In her chest cavity which is ripped
In sits a piece of ice
That never drips

Oh... She's cold?
Well isn't that what you wanted?
That monster you created
Come on now... Claim it
Stand by your creation

No?

You want the girl now
Didn't think of that
Before she died?
She layed
In the grave
That you made
And you buried her alive