Your words,

Slice through my flesh,

To my bones,

So harsh they are.

Why must you dissect me thus,

Why must you continue in this way?

Was it mot enough when you took my comfort,

My pride?

Why now must this too die?

What have I done that,

That would render you so cold?

So unresponsive to human pain.

Tell me,

Tell what I have done.

Be quick for my blood runs,

Runs away from this flesh.

Runs freely,

Uncompressed,

Look,

Look what you have done.

Tell me why must I,

Go through this nightmare,

This purgatory,

This hell?

Why must this soul,

Go through this reform?

This transformation into something else,

Something so different.

This thing I am becoming,

As my flesh’s blood runs so free,

True it is extreamly beautiful.

But,

But my flesh wants it not.

Am I such a fleshly being,

That this I can not accept?

Tell me I’m wrong.

Tell me you love me.

Tell me you want this beauty for me.

Tell me it is out of love that you kill me.

Tell me,

Tell me I will be alright.

That this Goliath I shall conquer.

That when tomorrow comes I shall be alive,

That when the dawn comes I shall have passed through.

That I will be able to look to the skies,

No longer will each glance be spiteful.

That I will have overcome.

Please don’t leave me,

Don’t abandon me now,

When I need you the most,

Don’t leave!

Now as I cry,

Clinging to the small hope,

The hope that you will be here,

Here to see me through.

I pray you,

Do not leave me,

After you have hurt me thus,

Save me from myself.

This I beg you.

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a.n can anyone guess what i mean?