(This is a fictional poem)
I made a monster out of body parts just like Doctor Frankenstein.
Many people have been killed because of this monster of mine.
I have goosebumps because this is a chiller.
I wasn't aware that I gave him the brain of a killer.
He has killed many men.
Tonight he will kill again.
I just put six bullets in his head.
But he didn't die because he's undead.
Now he's really mad and he's going to attack.
He has his hands around my throat and everything is going black.
I couldn't stop my monster even though I gave it a try.
I hope that somebody can kill this creature after I die.