Deadly Grace

When you look at me,
What do you see?
A freak?
A monster?
Or merely an experiment?
Or a mistake?

Well it cannot be helped.
I was created.
By you.
You betrayed me.
You used me.
You will pay.

I was created.
My predecessor,
He is carefree.
He giggles,
He floats,
He does not care.
I do.

I was created,
Not born.
I do not live as others do,
Not like you,
Not "equal."
I now have no purpose in life
But this:
Revenge.
I do not murder,
I am.

Some would call me graceful,
You would cal me death.

Perhaps I am both.