Look what you've done, my dear...
I'm now a paramour of pain -
A hater of love
An exultant victim
A jaunty loser
An outsider to my own temple.

Look at these hands I've been using for a long time
As my powerful instrument
To press out the deepest emotions
And the dimension of my mind.
They're now but feeble tools
To  grasp what you throw upon me.

These wounds
I love to see them bleeding
Like those brooks overflowing
Which make the most beautiful grin in your face.
My fragile body which is now lying
Waiting for another stone
Or another blade
Coming from you.

Look what you have done to me, my dear...
I am looking ahead.
Waiting
Until


You can't stand
To see me


Dying.