Frankenstein Rebounds

It started with a single thread, something, someone once had said something, for which I still felt dread something, that I'd long thought dead This thing, that would not leave my mind, this thing, so mirthless and unkind a mote in ancient history's eye, a speck of dust to make gods cry I stitched the horrid thing together with fingers flying fast as feathers, on fear and pain and shame and guilt and soon, I'd made this patchwork quilt It covered me from head to foot a second skin; this horrid suit and though it was the perfect size, 't was truly just a poor disguise It stunk of hatred and revulsion, self doubt and many more compulsions, the ghastly scent drew clouds of flies that follow close, when something dies Rows of stitches that could be zippers and dark red eyes just like the Ripper's, a protruding pair of rusty bolts to charge me with a million volts A hideous and hulking brute, all this work had now borne fruit so now, 't was time to seek my mate for surely, I deserve this fate Legs now stiffened as if poles, I lumbered like a long dead soul until a crowd began to form, their horror whipping to a storm Armed with verbal pitchforks true, the deepest hatred did they spew and banished me with utmost haste to a land of ice; this frozen waste Where I now wait for one to follow, this monster with a heart so hollow to free me, or to end my pain, just so, I may begin again