Solipsism and You

Slipped through the fabric, the stream of cosmic intent. Love, woven in strands and taking the shape of a timeless name; You. The tugging of stars, heralding the collision of our eternities. You. You wove the veil, you wore the mask of a deity to my limitless toil. Sowing the seeds of consciousness in the dark annals of my heart, awakening it to the brutality of the infinite aether's maw. Apollyon's jaws were your scythe, reaping the stalks of hell's harrowing heart. A dimension below, encapsulating the fifth layer of my time. Birth. Death. Epitath. Conception. Your arrival. All in order, the stages of my existence laid out for your soul to consume - to break open and scatter across the celestial light. A shadow show made from the stains of my soul's tattered remains. Your apotheosis was my undoing, Your godhood my creation, Your descent into my love a profane attraction of decay.