Ottava Lemona

I grasp onto a yellow lemon, I do.
Which was a mistake I now dread that I made.
I bit through the skin, yes, thats what is true.
Though my past is who I wish to persuade.
For the taste of the fruit was oh so undue,
I think it made my mental status degrade.
My eyesight, my feeling, my being, so strewn.
I asked for the god above to take me soon.