New Mutations.

Digging my nails into my palms till they bleed.
Choking back to avoid a response.
Love is a weakness I can no longer afford.
As the words fell from your lips.
They burn like acid on my skin.
You speak of love like its a fluid motion.
And I begin to see your disease.
Try to deny your sickness.
Till your blood runs cold.
Nothing can save you from your self.
I will not fight your fate.
I wont even try.
I need to escape the void.
I need to feel anything.