Obsession

Can you feel the grip of obsession, draw into your skin,

as you stand with your back to a bare brick wall

in a darkened alleyway, giving in to fantasies meant to remain hidden forever.

Can you feel its strength, the power, as it gains control,

demanding surrender with each fevered breath,

threatening to burn you alive, or die,

but submit you must, the choice is no longer yours to make.

You swallow your breath, your eyes start to close

as you desperately seek these illicit sensations,

for you are the puppet

of a need, a desire, to sink, sink, sink

in the dark world of raging compulsion,

indescribable to those

who have never experienced

its insatiable greed, compulsive need and driving force,

of free-falling into that black oblivion

of a body, a mind, completely numb...

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