Out of the darkness, out of the dusk, he comes, dressed in dismal colored clothes.
His heart heavy with the thoughts of friends, he'll never be with again.
Today, standing in the dim light of day, he realizes how alone he really is.
His world filled with the tumbleweed, gray and white scattered in random shapes.
Grave stones with carved writings worn away by time and a
non existence witness to their memory, died long ago.
Our monster, our man's only expression is one of sadness and
fates tall order, nowhere to go. No one to turn to.
No future and nearly no present at all.
Oh, how his heart aches, in this mighty chest.
He carries a stump of a man that fled away in horror from his sight.
He has lost the beautiful flower that the little child gave him.
He wonders bluest thoughts,
is the little body, left behind, still floats in the stream.
Thoughts that bellow in his cavern of his mad mind.
A mind built and sewn together by the mad doctor, in that castle's laboratory.
"It was God's electricity that brought me to life!"
"Oh how I wish this merciful God would snuff me out with His might!"
But instead our dear monster plods along in his massive body.
On his journey, to where?
Stuck with his merciless companion called fate.
To nowhere.
sad eyed
monster
cemetery of sadness
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this model and its diorama
