The speaker is someone who has been lied to and is tired of it. Changing, or "metamorphing," brought a flood of questions and tears ("jewels filled my eyes"), but the only answers they received were "sugar coated lies with a pinch of salt." The sweetness hides something bitter.
The poem's central plea is simple: tell me the truth, even if it hurts. The speaker says a single drop of honest honey would be enough, and they would even accept "a dead bouquet of true words." That image suggests a truth that is ugly or past its prime but still real. They add that they can appreciate wilting flowers, and they describe themselves as "a bee in a form of a man." A bee knows flowers, so the speaker claims they can tell what is genuine.
The mood is hurt but dignified. There is disappointment and a little pleading, yet the speaker stays firm about wanting honesty over comfort. The title, "Fallen angel," hints at lost innocence, though the poem itself leaves that open.