You are my prized creation:
The result of long hours filled with,
My blood, sweat, tears and pain.
But I shall not give you a name.
You may walk amongst the living,
Though they will never look your way.
Like a shadow, theyll pass you by,
And none shall utter your name.
You are a being of the darkness;
Your bonds are forever mine.
Despite what I might call you,
Never shall you have a name.
I placed the pieces of you together,
Sealed them with a piece of me.
A chunk of my heart and soul,
Though nothing can give you a name.
Those men, who have no faces,
Could never understand you.
At least, not the way that I do,
And so can never earn your name.
You are a being whose soul is pure,
But never can you be truly mine.
A name would only contain you,
So now be free, never with a name.