in this frankensteinian

in this frankensteinian existence of mine,

in this frozen body,

put together by some cruel creator,

there is a little heart the size of a nightingale's tear

when night falls and a lover sighs for the never coming touch of his lover

my heart whispers into its empty chamber new words of sorrow

their echo resonate for an eternity bringing me

the most frightening colors and images of my own self

i then cry for the peace and serenity i never had

i pray for calm of a jade boat sailing through a silver lake of a full moon night

but,

i hear only the echoes of my heart imprisoned for eternity

for the crime of passion.