Dissection (Sometimes I want to die)

This is the quintessence of inhumanity:
desecration of ourselves for science;
discarding wisdom in a quest for knowledge;
sacrificing morality.
Commiting our souls to flames and abusing life on earth,
we throw everything away and gain nothing.
Your eyes glaze over like the suffocated frog's
and you're blinded to and by your sin.
You've vomited the fruit of conscience.
Numbness steals your senses.

I see your profanity and weep-
you slice skin as if it's rubber,
you shake carcasses like action figures.
Never have you known, never will you care.
Revealed to me in class are the horrors of my nightmares.
That man callused by his years seeks now
to demoralize me,
but nature is a power I can't aberrate.
My heart tells me no;
its order supercedes yours.
My distress and my sorrow measure now 8 dols.
Sometimes I want to die.
The frog you murdered in my name will haunt me for eternity.
I want to breathe, I want to sleep.
Tell me this killing cannot be.