Fever

 Fever is coursing

through my veins

Burning my soul

Death throes

Is at hand

A plea for death

Escapes my lips

Wind makes a muted scream

Like someone dying out of sight

Danger sings on the breeze

Water frothing white

My vision explodes

In thousand colors

She is wailing

her hunger and desire

Her wicked thoughts

Her name was written in blood

Across the waves

She hesitates

Enough to give hope

Then she transforms

Into a huntress

Her insatiable desire

For my blood

For my burning lips

Her flames strive higher

Tangled with the night

Hallucinations

Nightmares

Chills

Torment

She is inside my soul

Eating away at my heart

Scorching my brain

Burning my lungs

Shattering my hopes

For survival

Her legacy is death

Maxwell O’Reilly