Over and Done — Summary

I wish I could turn back time to before it all went wrong or to that time when I felt the ashes burning under my feet as I walked through hell

When I was trying to climb the stairs to heaven feeling the urge to see you once more

For I am only Frankenstein a monster created by man my past has made me who I am today not the nice person you see before you but the child of Dracula as some could say

You may wipe off my tears but you will never understand you may try to protect me but when you see my real self you will kill me once more just like you have before the fire from hell has burned me back to life now I walk on this filth of the earth again

The flames from underneath are still inside me the ice from above is struggling to take over I want it to but when I get good news the happiness gets burned

It seems so clear behind the wall but such a fear I cannot call I bleed when I cry not because of cutting but because I try to rip out my heart so that I could just forget So I could start over So I could turn back time

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Dominic Black's speaker is weighed down by regret and a deep sense of being damaged. The opening wish to "turn back time" sets the tone: something has gone wrong, and the speaker would give anything to undo it. Hell, fire and ashes run through the poem, suggesting a painful past that still burns inside.

The speaker compares themselves to Frankenstein's monster and the child of Dracula, seeing themselves as something made by hurt and not fully human. Even kindness feels dangerous. Someone may wipe away tears or offer protection, but the speaker believes that seeing their "real self" would only bring rejection. Fire and ice battle within them, and even good news gets "burned" by unhappiness.

The ending is the rawest part. The speaker says they bleed when they cry, not from self-harm but from trying to "rip out my heart" to forget. The mood is dark, desperate and lonely, driven by a longing to begin again.

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