Fever (Redux)

I’m a survivor in your grip,
that which I can not mend,
has me taxed in treachery.
I want to touch not pretend.

You’ve got a spell on me,
you’ve got me at your mercy.
Lead me to your avenue
and river for I am thirsty.

Bend I will but not break
down I will learn your move.
I feel the tension but I am
but a man and learn too.

Now and forever I’ll beat
like a great industry calamity
I try block out quick so I
can breathe relief in quantity.

Lead me onward I am flesh
pitch boil and rip me a fever
has me melt down break me
will passion as heart’s leader. 

Buried deep in my skin
a knife digs sin it is in me.
The sin is so deep it grows
through pores it’s a seed.

The story is a clever spear
and I’ll be the receiver
in the end of this tale in a
high pitch hell fever. 

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