This feeling that's come over me, <br />engulfs my heart <br />consumes my soul. <br /> <br />To stay is to die. <br /> <br />Death by love <br />that knows no control... <br />to the limits... <br />a soul can give. <br /> <br />Chiseling away <br />from who I am... <br />these bits of me... <br />taken away... <br />consumed.... <br />lost... <br /> <br />can't they see?<br /><br />Nancy Winter Miranda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/consumed-2/
