Poem: Saving Me

Why do you fail to know that I am no creep?
I'm just poisoned in my sleep
You have to let it go
You make me feel desire
Skin cover,
tamable fire
Who is your supplier
for your parts that I require?
I need your heart,
your brain,
your self exploring thoughts
To all that I attain,
it keeps myself from future rots
Because, you are my spirit
I am your Macbeth
You don't want to hear it
But, to save me results in death