Lost and Found

I can't feel the bruises being formed anymore; It feels as though he will never be finished, but he knows I can take no more, lying on the floor completely diminished. I look at the stranger in the mirror, hating the only things I can see. If only my sight and mind were clearer... maybe I would know what i should be. Going back to the hell I once called home... nothing seems to help, nothing can heal... standing straight and still aas a gnome, I begin to let myself and my shell peel.... Shedding off all the pain of Hell, I no longer await the sweet sound, the chiming bell....