Why weep for my passing,
instead, celebrate my manifestation,
and the envy of my life;
I came before you, and paved your way,
and would gladly become ashes once more,
to feel such love one more day.
You seen through my beast,
and opened my veins; letting
your love flood them ever so
much, relieved me of these chains.
I was but an empty corpse on steel,
like a doll with no substance;
waiting to be filled with love, to become real,
and live within this life bound to judgement.
Underneath this flesh, and scars,
is more than a heart that beats;
there is a soul that lives, and it
became within your reach.
I may have been built by hands,
and fashioned as a beast, but it’s the
contents of man, that shall be love’s feast.
Before my eyes were just eyes,
but after you, I can see; before
my heart was just a heart, but after
you, I feel its beat.
Before my body was just a corpse,
but now I love and bleed; before I wished to be human,
but after you; it is now, they wish to be me.
NOTE: Elizabeth was the name of Frankenstein’s bride; just thought I would reiterate that for those whom may be unaware.