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
