The stars looked on.

Happiness is just
Something that people who aren't
Happy aspire to.

The Gods must've been
Looking the other way
When I was born. Screamed

When the chord was cut:
Frankenstein's plea: "Dear God, what
Have I created?

While all the omens
Poured in, marked their calendars;
Grinned and said: "Don't fear,

"We've taken care of
Matters, planted this death-clock
In my head to tick

Away quietly,
End me imperceptibly:
While the stars looked on.