Frankenstein's monster 

You created me without remorse 
leaving a deathless eclipse 
following every footstep of my consciousness 

don't worry now;
I quite like what I've become 
living the crimson-hatred in my veins 
breathing black air from the murkiness 
you designed into my soul

I am glad you are among the living 
that you breathe fills me
with enough hate to keep living 
maybe all that you are 
I will destroy dead one day
but for now--

don't look away 
I am your creation 
you won't die yet 
for I am not done living. 

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