Do Not Save Me, Too Late

What happened when the night lost its good intentions,
They peeled the petals of my innocence, drank of my nectar and robbed me of me,
Robbed the light from my eyes.
And the sound of their laughter echoed eon after eon in my soul.
What happened when the night sky ran out of shooting stars,
That was my thunderously shattering soul: so loud, there was no sound.
And the sun forgot to rise and shine,
Hiding in shame
Hiding my shame.

Don’t save me, let me go.
Let me go because I cannot have me back.
I cannot take myself back because the ridged fingers you point have torn my soul
And I cannot have one half dead and the dying in installments.
Do not save me because I am a walking sin.
I am skin and skeleton and no life,
I am a product of you who so cursed my birth and existence for being a woman.
Please, do not save me!

Do not save me because I stand accused
For being like a flower, for I have seen what they do to flowers- yet I’m guilty.
For being round and with skin of an alabaster pot,
For being too much because the entire universe is woven in my soul.
Do not save me because they are the victims.
They are the victims!
Do not save me because my still beating heart, has decided to be still.