Cut out my tongue to stop me
Tasting the impurity of these
Hateful things.

Slit my eyes, let the curtain of blood
Stop the nightmare visions I
See before me.

Stop up my ears, lest I
Hear yet another
Bastard curse.

File away my fingers, prevent the prints
From ever remaining at the
Source of suffering.

Carve my nose from my face,
Never again shall I inhale the stench
Of your putrid words.

And finally, stab my pulsing heart,
The centre of all emotion,
All hurt, all..
Life.

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