what makes a monster and what makes a man?

  What do I remember?
Even I ask that question,
My first memories are foggy,
Like those of a newborn babe.

At first I was lost,
Blind to all around me,
Stranger to the world,
Alien to all.

Slowly sight came to me,
Light shined in my eyes,
Colors soon followed in turn,
Once blind, but no more.

Thirst quenched by water,
Hunger satisfied with food,
Cold blocked with clothing,
Simple things, but good.

Tell things were around me,
Growing from the ground,
What they were I wondered,
Trees, I learned their name.

Near the water I stayed,
Afraid to wander far,
Soon a cloak caught my eye
And became mine, my own.

Something hard was in the pocket
Of the cloak I found,
I took it out and smiled,
Paper that was bound.

The three things were called books,
Full of knowledge and love,
All three of them I kept,
Thought I could not read.

Food began to grow short,
The time had come to leave,
Through the trees I marched,
To the open country.
Soon a cottage I beheld
As the weather grew cold,
I hid among the pigs,
And their food I stole.

I watched through the wall,
A learning spy,
I beheld a family,
Three in all.

There was a man,
And a woman as well,
They lived with their father,
Or so I could tell.

A forth soon came,
Dark from the sun,
She belonged to the man,
Or so I could tell.

I saw in their eyes
A mutual feeling,
A sparkle of life
That I was without.

I realized it suddenly,
Alone I was,
One of a kind,
Of love deprived.

Although I was alone
I yet was not,
The family was there,
To watch and learn from.

Time slowly passed,
With it I learned
How to read and speak,
Words were now mine.

The books from the cloak,
From them I read,
Flowing through words
And stories unbound.

Of these books
One I loved best,
Of Lucifer grand,
And his fall from grace.

Why did I love it?
That I did not know,
Maybe once I was high
And had fallen so low.

One day the old man was alone,
Sitting in his chair,
I seemed so lonely watching him,
I decided to speak to him.

His voice was nice,
His face was kind,
Blind eyes caring,
Friendship was mine.

It soon ended,
They returned,
Son and daughter,
Afraid they were.

Why am I hated?
That I asked myself,
Is it the hearts of men,
Or my own body?

Love of another,
That’s is all I ask,
Even that one joy
I cannot inspire.

If love is denied
Fear I shall inspire,
Man is my enemy,
Now and forever.

I know the secret,
One book gave me it,
I am a creature,
Manufactured by man.

Animated corpse,
Abomination of nature,
That’s what I am,
Of man, not God.
One man made me
Against the wishes of more,
Creating a new frontier,
A war of God and man.

I remember this man,
Face, not name,
Alone he left me,
A miserable wretch.

Victor Frankenstein,
I know that name,
I shall have revenge
Oh father of mine.

I needed guidance,
You left me alone,
I needed food,
You grew fat.

I needed water,
You drank wine,
I needed friendship,
You had a family.

I was cursed,
A monster they said,
But am I the monster,
Or are you, father?

I will burn you
As fire did my hand,
My pain you shall feel,
To feel like me.

What shall I do?
The young boy is dead,
The youngest Frankenstein,
My uncle he was.

I snuffed out his life,
Out shot his breath,
Neck in my hands,
Life leaving slowly.

A picture locket,
He held it in his hand,
I took it from him,
My trophy of sin.

Alas, I fled,
Ashamed in my mind,
My trophy was a flame
That burned at my mind.

I hid in a barn
As it began to rain,
I turned my head,
And saw her.

A beautiful woman,
Asleep she was,
The necklace I placed
Around her sweet neck.

I did wrong again,
Oh shameful me,
The woman was killed,
Framed for my crime.

Finally confrontation,
My father and I,
We watched each other,
Which one will die?

I told him my story
Of sadness and pain,
The look on his face
Showed me I was his bane.

One thing,
That is all I ask,
I need a mate,
One like me.

Please do this for me,
For if you don’t,
Just like me,
You’ll be alone.

Tell me why
You ruined her,
Tell me why
You broke your promise?
Tell me why
I must be alone,
Tell me why
You should have love?

You shall know
The pain of loss,
You shall know
The furry of knowledge.

You shall know
What its like to be me,
You shall know
No family.

What have I done?
That I ask in my heart,
I destroyed my father
For being just that.

Alone he created me,
With his own hands,
Without those hands
I would not be.

Truly a sinner now,
My soul is tainted,
It was my rage
That killed you, father.

Lord I ask you,
In your eyes alone,
Am I a man,
Or am I a monster?