Will you?

Darling, tell me,
will you love me if I stop looking at the sky?
If so, then take my vision—
I do not want it anymore.
Darling, tell me,
will you love me if I stop talking to the moon?
If so, then take my voice,
or take my throat itself—I do not need it anymore.
Darling, tell me,
will you love me if I stop listening to the birds chirp?
If so, then take my hearing—
I do not deserve it anymore.
Darling, tell me,
will you love me if I stop living in this world? If so..
Then take my bloody life, please.
I do not plead to live if you will only love me when I no longer exist.
I promise you,
I will love you just as much even when I am dead to the world...
but will you?