Tell me, my choice was not, and never will be, to hurt you. I only hurt me. You, hold my hand. Me, gone with the wind, up the cliff, climbing that tree. Help me. I die , moonlight burns my bones. Into ashes. My soul sprinkled all over my bed sheets, i don't feel like getting up. Oh, Sir, you have died. A lot you gave me, do you see? I am not what you left behind, I am nothing but a mere illusion of what I'm told to be. I have to ask, will you be scared of the monster, life has turned me into? By life, I mean, people . Will you all run away from the beast? Will you stay until i eat what keeps you alive, and then leave? Run.