Aneurysm

Listen,
Can you hear it?
Subtle and soft even in the silence?

Heat,
Can you feel it?
Steam and stench inside my skull.

Every single thought of you,
Is a piece of me escaping,
Into Vapor,

Every moment I dwell on you,
Is a part of my mind,
Boiling away.

You're a fever, a virus,
And you're buried inside my brain,
You've embedded yourself inside me,
There's no cure for this pain.

There,
Can you smell it?
This sacred, scarlet secretion?

Blood,
Can you taste it?
This liquid, lifeless, on my lips?