Fever Dreams

You are the lightning rod
In my eyes,
A culmination of all my thoughts
And fears,
Of the simple truth
And a callused tongue,
Another specimen
But you're such a markéd one.
You grow in my heart,
Vines in mortar,
I crack and crumble for you,
And feast on your attention,
A gala in my spine,
My fate is drawn
And you are my string,
I feel you pierce my skin,
And I know this has been
My final hunt,
And my greatest
Triumph.
As a visage I see, I the parishioner,
You my steeple and chase,
We'll walk as giants until our limbs
Are green,
And our minds
Blending,
We rip the universe,
Dreams perish
Beneath our feet,
And between our teeth,
Truth is erased,
And meaning is lost
In sleep.