Time

You kill me.  
And I kill you.  
In my dreams,  
Your the clue.  
You disappear.  
And I die too.  
But i'm not sure,  
that's the end of you.  
 
Your the treasure.  
And i'm the shrine.  
I always get left behind.  
I'm a hole  
And your the shrew.  
I mean nothing to you.  
 
There's a world,  
I've yet to find.  
Perhaps a memory,  
From my mind.  
I seek knowledge,  
Is it true?  
Are there secrets,  
Inside of you?  
 
Your a dream,  
Inside my head.  
Keeps me weary,  
In my bed.  
Hoping for,  
a gateway to,  
A way to grasp,  
And conquer you.  
 
Are you the vessel,  
That I seek?  
Or, can space
devour, thee?  
There's a truth,  
No one knew.  
I wish I could,  
Take it from you.  
 
I'm a being,  
I thought space defined.  
It turns out,  
Space is timed.  
Theres a traitor,  
In my midst.  
It's the answer,  
For eternal bliss.  
This is treason,  
What you do.  
Heaven must be,  
Devoid of you.  
 
Your omniprescence,  
Will never cease.  
There is no soul,  
To break or plead.  
I'm sure my longing,
Is nothing new.  
Even kings,  
Would bow to you.  
 
If I could kill you
Is it a crime,  
Not to cherish,  
All my time?  
 
And is it the end,
If you kill me,  
Or is death the passage,  
To eternity?...