Perfection (Dying Slowly)

Intoxicated by her presence,  
I go insane with these thoughts of her.
Her perfection is my punishment
And I feel like a disease once again.
 
She whispers her sweet nothings to me,
I bury her secrets deep within my skin.
I would bleed if it would make her smile...
She would only smile as I start to die.
 
How can she mean this much to me?
I thought I couldn't feel anything anymore.
I live for her...  
 It explains why I feel dead all the time.  
 
 
 
I drown in her poison once more