Re-living Obsession

Caught in the images tracing metaphorical lines

Trespassing on the flames of wars already past

Ignited by the embers of fallen thoughts

Fighting back is futile engulfed by the mighty roar

Dancing on poisonous memories

Swallowing venomous words

Chocking on the acrid desperation

Just as addicted to the thrill 

Grown weary of holding off the voices

Almost eagerly pleading for the fall 

Tumbling with no arms out stretched 

Accepting the obsession burning its way through my soul

Comforted by the sick, tainted, satisfaction it breeds

Caught in the memories of twisted thoughts

Forever haunted by this hunt for perfection.