The Yoke of Frankenstein

I seek a place that leaves no trace Of venomous blood and tainted heart I seek a place that holds only grace Of righteous hearts and caring thoughts I seek a place that broods not on hate But of a tranquilized soul and an intellectual eye I seek a place that is haven to a guilt-filled heart Let it not, Oh! Wretched Passionate heart!! Let me not succumb to such ardency Let me not, dear god! Yield in to such tyranny To extract such murky ardor is all I ask I dine with seething lassitude brought forth by such a task Dear nature where has it gone, my obliged gratitude From you, I have averted a heart That comes to you now seeking! Asking! Groveling! For pardon Almighty nature, which once has soothed a brute within me Please! Dear god! I beg thee do not forsake I come to you humbly meekly seeking an unfeasible amnesty For I drown in to the abyss of thirst of farfetched enlightenment And only now I know“how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow.” *Inspired by Frankenstein’s tormented conscious * ~M.M.M