so sick with love

im choosing to swim inside this ectsasy for as long as you will allow me to.
dragging under your skin is my dream and only yearning for this present illusion of blue.
I taste the power inside to kill and yield under your fingers of lost energy and time.
whats wrong with this blank passion of instantaneous thought?
I am only alive when your inside me bright and blind.
sickness is an imperative alleviation.
im sinking down deeper and deeper till you embrace this moment and come to terms with  this connection inside.
why not take my hand?
slap me with your christened pathetic reasoning of atrocious entity
suffocate the infestation of evil. so alive and bland.
make me love you impermanently
dissapear so easily among the sluggish ants that create a beautiful balance of death and a blunder to bleed
im pleading for you to not follow your mind. this already lost battle will be eternal forall of your life
find yourself with me inside your skin consuming every touch and breath so eloquentlyplaced within this blank appercetion; created by your loving strife.
virtually confused and full of life, i feel, when your bright inside my heart thats drugged and bound.
painfully wanting to obliterate you when you push me aside.
this sickness is going to destroy my inclination of lost love, that i just recently found.
debilitated for you to run and hide.
deranged to only fit within you.
abashed of what would happen if you pushed me away again.
step slowly, or quickly away. choose to be the life inside me.
Im begging you to make this sickness disappear.
my eyes are dead weight under you. So expected to flee
sweet gravity push me high aloft within your arms deep in fear.
heal me.
or kill me.
either way, the sickness stays