Speak My Death

     I wish I could believe your words instead of my mind but these delusions only become more refined. I'm begging to myself alone, give me a sight into your thoughts. I am here to give you my all, every piece, and protect it from all others. I refuse to glance in a different direction so please, just speak if you are. I just want know. I'll weep and curse the moon for her cruelty but I will not be mad. If your hands are caressing another, if you are feeling that enjoyment... I want to smash my skull into tiny pieces. These things can't be true, it is just the madness that infects me. I cannot help but see what I see though.