I am always going back
to the lab,
I am always in my
basement, tinkering,
and always, always
alone.
I created a monster
down there.
It was I who raised it,
Though you may have
screamed “it's alive,”
So I will place myself
Between you and the
monster,
Which grew between you
and I,
Because something will
end tonight,
and I will not see that
be you.
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