My Frankenstien

Larger than life, was my dream. A vision so vast, it ridiculed me. I was the creator of this Frankenstein and it threatened to submerge, in its shallow grandiose. I saw through the plot very early, and side stepped the temptation of getting sucked in. Why did i dream this nightmare? The only escape is for me to destroy it. The Creator has to be the slayer, the Doctor has to be the grave digger. Slowly and subtly i make the vision disappear into the dusty haze of nothingness. Now i can breathe again. I dare not, however, go back to sleep. For i shall dream again.