25 April 2012
Can't focus.
Can't concentrate.
Everything I think about forms into your face;
Burning my ambitions to pitiful ashes.
You let my spirit free,
To mock this shallow, twisted shell;
All I have left, my mind,
Is now my tormentor;
Turning on me and eating me from inside.
Never letting you escape my thoughts;
It scolds my heart and batters me back.
I retreat into a quivering shadow of my former self.
You came as a thief among lovers.
You stole my ideals;
You made everything your own and ran,
Laughing, further and faster then my legs could go.
Smiling at me as you played your viscous games,
As toyed, heartlessly with my emotions.
The cage I had around me, you broke.
And ran laughing with my stolen heart.
Let loose to feel love and pain,
It became wild and I could not tame it.
But you, the hunter, shot it down with single words.
Unfocused, confused, not knowing what happened.
I still roam this tangled mess of life,
Searching for my untamed heart;
But it is hiding, for fear of that final deathly blow.
Obsession • Opuss № I