The End

Do you feel your skin crawl
or is it just me?

Do you ever feel unappreciated
That no one could ever love you
That when your awake i am asleep?

Im out of breath,
Out of focus when you
take hold of my mind.

Do i even cross yours?

It is far too constant
for me to take anymore.
You are below, much too
frozen and fragile to belive.

I need to feel your breath
on me, you under me, you to need me.

Yet,
I would feel too much if you
were just near me.
But that is not a problem,
for you are away, beyond my reach.

I will live and die with this disease,
need.

But before i live, before i die, you must know
to me, you are the epitome of pure perfection.