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Vivisector’s Regret

Abandoned to this prison made of glass,
upon this shelf where notes and dust amass,
forgotten by the madman who made me—
a bauble kept which still has eyes to see.
I gaze out from my jar with ceaseless sight;
unblinking vision shows ungodly fright.
The scientist still must experiment,
dissecting victims with not one lament.
And all the time I still can see and hear
their screams of fright and faces filled with fear.

Yet who am I to moan over my state,
for I’m the one who caused my bitter fate?
I taught the hands which turned to vivisect;
they worked the deed just as I did direct.
I longed to have this immortality
while seeing not this dread finality:
eternally to wait within this vat,
a butchered clump of cells and cloistered fat.
The days and nights have all blurred into one,
interred within this lab without the sun.

Monster Poems:
Vampire’s Remorse
Werewolf’s End
Journey of the Zombie
Monster’s Name
Ghost’s Memories
Hyde’s Justice
Witches’ Desire
Gorgon’s Veil
Patience of the Skeleton
Necromancer’s Song
Wendigo’s Feast
Gargoyle’s Repentance
Banshee’s Wail
Lust of the Mummy
Vivisector’s Regret
Jack’s Trick
Ghoul’s Curse