doomed faith or destined fate?

Ignite your wrath and you spark a fervor inside me
deep in the center of my core chasing a lingering fate
haunting thoughts and moments and fantasies
You have me digging into the corner of my being
chipping away at the polished veneer of a thousand complacent smiles
who's begging me freshen up with pretenses and compliance
ignoring the presence of convention in the eyes of the priestess
Only to be devoured by this consuming conscience
screaming inside of every thought I hold for you
is the notion that this is fate and it can be destined or doomed
I realize I am holding ground for beliefs I'm not sure I believe
How much faith will it take to prove I can trust you?