Marriage of the Dead and Living

Forever and ever, that is what I will be.
A shallow, faithless protégé.
I will learn to read, to write.
And forever and ever, you will hate me
My dear tyrant and my tormentor.
What will you do to me, which I cannot do to you tenfold?
Do not mock, do not stock.
What you have left alone.

Master you are my perfect match.
You have everything I want. Everything I wish to love.
Yet I can have nothing.
Do you know what it is like, to live in this hideous shell?
Where everyone screams monster and daemon at you?

Master, Tyrant, Tormentor, Lover.
Why do you avoid your own black shadow?
My soul is more pure then yours, why do you run?
Is my face that hideous, is my mind that condemning?
I do not know the answer, tormentor, you created me.
For you gave me life, you rose me up, and for what?
To be desensitized by kind people screaming monster.
I am hated based on looks not my mind, like you are.

My tormentor, you have left me alone too long.
I want what is yours; I want it to be mine.
And it shall be. Oh, it shall be.
As sure as you breathe from your lips,
Your lover will be mine.

Only then can I stop wallowing in my despair.
I will be able to live and love like you.
I want what you have. It shall be mine.