This feeling that's come over me,
engulfs my heart
consumes my soul.

To stay is to die.

Death by love
that knows no control...
to the limits...
a soul can give.

Chiseling away
from who I am...
these bits of me...
taken away...
consumed....
lost...

can't they see?

Nancy Winter Miranda

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/consumed-2/