But when is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love him
Shaking fists and trembling teeth, I know
He didn't mean to be cruel
He didn't mean to not be human
He had been someone before the fall
He was brilliant, just like his father
He's alone in his cold and immortal world
YOU ARE READING
3 a.m.
Short StoryJust thoughts and ideas All rights reserved - @me Started - 12 february 2018 Ended - (still working on it)
