Poem #35

I would rather explore the whole world

Than die in your filthy arms

I would rather be hungry for the rest of my life

Than be fed by your filthy hand

I would rather kill myself

Than die because of your filthy passion to give sorrow, pain and despair.

I would rather die

Than be saved by a filthy monster like you

But it's too late to say these words

I became a monster...like you