Dénégation

Breaking down fast; it feels like fever The sun has turned black and the stars are dim My sore heart; through it a butcher's cleaver And solitude coming loose at the hem My mind is lost and my heart seems to bleed No thoughts enter my mind except for one It screams at me, that it is you i need The hollowness of my mind i have shun I see your beauty; blind to all but you I could not see; with you my way i found Thoughts devoured by everything you do Hopelessly, always to you i am bound Though i plead my mind not to think of it, I love you; something i will n'er admit.