There's no place for love where there's obsession. Here's what I think of obsession. |
OBSESSION I'm drowning inside the mist of the world you created; Nothing I can do, nothing I can see; Where are you? Laughing, aren't you? Tremors I get as I hear them call out your name; Weren't you just existing in my dreams? Or were they shards of memories I forgot I ever spent with you? Who are you? Why do I see you staring at me like a fallen angel? Did you visit Satan on the way down? You drive me crazy as you do, telling lies, twirling like the wind of the unknown snowy lands; Lands of mountains, mountains of greens and whites; The valley called me within the mist, in the mist I saw her, I saw you; Smiling, you were, calling me out, weren't you? Walked, I walked, past the river of attachment, almost I slipped, but never fell; Deeper into the woods of the forbidden fruit; Fruit of lust, straight off the tree besides the bank of love, took a bite of it didn't you? What is love? Me being the outcast with a lost soul doesn't know; Perhaps it was you, all this time; Is it love? Haven't I fallen a million times, if that what it is? Was it you every time? Do I even care, as I follow you past the abyss of nothing, nothing, but shadows remain; Shadows of you, you, who whispers in my ears, "Are you this obsessed with me?" I had no answer, neither do I have it now, as I follow the mist past nothing; Tremors I get when I hear voices calling your name, who are they? I'm drowning inside the mist of the world you created; Nothing I can do, nothing I can see; All I know is that I want you. |