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                                 Unwanted Creation

Since becoming a zombie of Frankenstein proportions.  I will accept your torches and pitchforks and go back up to the abandoned castle.  I've realized that's where I truly belong.  Between the cold stone walls, and unfinished experiments.  Sewn together with rotten flesh and dusty organs.  Dead, wilted flowers lay on the floor.  I pick them up and crush them in my hand, a swift breeze picks the pieces up and carries them away.  I sigh and slowly slump to the ground against the cold wall.  I can not help but smile, as I know...  This is where I belong.  A grotesque man made up of various decaying limbs.  I walk with a limping leg since my creator could not find two of the same.  All mirrors in this castle I personally smashed, I can not stand the sight of my self.  Such ugly scars.  Two different eyes, one sunken in.  The other bulging out, red and uncovered I can barely see out of that one.  Gnarly yellow teeth, crooked and chipped.  I have patched together a robe made of unused pieces found in the laboratory, I fear they hold my hulking figure together sometimes.  When I walk I can hear the bones in my back and hips click, but I can not feel them.  I curse the man that made me, trying to play god only to create a monster.  My only friends are rats that have infested this old castle.  although they make for a good meal too.  I can not go down into the town anymore for fear they may try to burn me, I am a horrid ghoul of what I once was before.  Fragments or some subconscious thoughts; pieces, linger in this brain.  I have found a flute laying next to a broken dresser, inside one the bedrooms.  When I picked it up I knew exactly what to do, I could play it as easily as drawing in a breath.  The sound of flute soothes my soul.  Sometimes, during the night; I would sit on a large tree stump behind the castle and play for hours.  It was only the moonlight that carried away my anger and regret towards my new found unwanted mortality.

Shh my beating heart......