that I am no closer to achieving my
dreams put mister that’s Shelley
beautiful isn’t he just how old are you
then old enough to know why you are
when I met you I felt alive come away
with me oh you’re really involved with
that whoremonger I have a fire in my
soul and I will no longer allow you or
anyone else to contain it
who amongst you has ever wondered if the
dead could return to life is that really
possible
reanimation we’ve been invited to Geneva
by Lord Byron would you like to draw in
the parliament okay I have no qualms
with you becoming lovers you wished you
were someone else
I no longer see the world and it’s works
they before appeared to me and men
appear to me as monster we are each to
write a ghost story it’s a competition
the woman is not intelligent enough to
form ideas of her own that’s fine with
you miss Aldrin have the chance to prove
me wrong – you recognize Victor
Frankenstein this is no ghost story it
chilled me to the bone you must get your
story published marry curious subject
matter for young lady are you suggesting
the work belongs to mr. Shelley it is my
story a new dare question a woman’s
betrayal death I have not learned to
fight through the anguish I would not
about this voice my choices made me who I am