Is it smiply a fascination or a malignant cancer hovering and waiting for the right time to cause a mess? It glues you together and at the right moment it shatters sending you into oblivion. It sits there like a small child playing hide-and-seek, you will be minding your own buisness when it jumps out at you and yells "found you!" It lurks in the shadows, waiting for a glimpse of hope. It knows nothing of it'self, but it knows everything and anything about you. It throbs through your veins and bleeds out your ears.
It burrows it's way inside of you and makes a nest, hibernates for so long and then comes out to play. It is like a fire threatning to burn you, you stand there hosing it down but every so often you throw another match in, to fuel the blaze.It stops you from eating, from concentrating. Your thoughts always drift back to it. You don't want to live like this, your mind is not right but you need it, it is your life support.It's like trying to take a picture when your camera won't focus, you try everything to make it focus but it just stay's blurred and creates blurry images that mount themselves up on the wall sadness and regret that you have.
Obsession is a gun that points to your head willingly, waiting to shoot. It drives you mad it taunts you "You can never break away from me" it says " You have no one but me." You sream as it says "Try to escape. Wherever you are. I can see you" and you know that deep down, you can never break away from it, you have no one to love but it and you can never be separated from it. You try to escape in sleep but wait, what's that? There it is! And look, here comes the pain that comes with it. You never asked for this, you never asked for it to waltz into your life and never ever leave. You plead and you beg but nothing changes.
But in the end it all makes sense, you have become obsessed with obsession it'self.