Excuse my screaming...

The words that escaped your dry lips caught me by surprise.
Yes. Of course.
Though it's your silence that sent the thick, crimson liquid flowing through my veins to tap rapidly at my heart.
Where's the yelling?
Where's the screaming?
Where the hell is the reaction, but of course coming through the opposite lips. Those that are my own.
Then I was silent, too.
What a contagious disease.
I stood awaiting the scalpel that would tear the words out of me;
waiting for your sharp words to bring out those of my own...
But you had a deadlier weapon;
a slower plan for my homicide...
my murderous suicide...
Your lips touched mine with a fatal poison.
I could sense the heavy breathing as you ripped apart my ribs.
Excuse my screaming. You're only sending me to my death.
The pain muffled my scream, and my voice was no more.
Though I could still hear your heart beat from this distance.
Screw the voice, block off my hearing!
I don't want to hear these lies anymore.
But it was over.
That was it.
I was your cure, and you were my disease.
I was saving you, as you were killing me.