III

I'm tired,
And I'm weary.
I ache like a dull bruise,
And I'm tragic like a funeral.

Reminisce me,
Remember when you shoved me,
And that brought melancholia. 

You just watched me in my hell,
A torment, retribution, you neglected me.

You smell like the wretched, and I was the sinner.

My first sin?

Immersing in your love,
I am
Impaired, and beaten.

My first sin was calamitous,
But you told me it was only
The beginning.