Plea

If you think 

I am a criminal, 

If you think my guilt 

Is unforgivable, 

Scaffold the building 

Of my love and excruciate me, 

Finish me with your own hands. 

I can't live with the blemishes, 

I can't breathe the oxygen of disbelief.

It's my plea, 

Before the situation smothers me, 

You smother me 

And I will die with peace 

Of being given condign punishment

From the well-deserving.