Mental Obsess

Dreams that can turn you to a stone.
Thoughts that you cant deny.
All have turn into a black hole.
That’s the only things that you can see.
Fall, fall, into the madness.
You cant go out.
You wont go out.

That feeling is awful but at the same time excited.
Have something that keep you in their web.
A web made of the most comfortable material.
Sleep.
Just Sleep.
Don’t wake up if you don’t want to.

Impossible to open your eyes.
Impossible to brake that thought.
Tick, tack, tick, tack the time continue and you arent following their steps.
Sometimes you need to open your eyes.
Open it, open it.
A voice is calling your name and you don’t have to hear it.
You cant hear it.

That feeling is awful but at the same time excited.
Have something that keep you in their web.
A web made of the most comfortable material.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Don’t wake up if you don’t want to.
But sometimes you need to.

“What are you talking about?”
Nothing that you don’t want to hear darling.
All my words all specially for you.
For your weird mind.
And for my weird mental obsess.
This is like my job.
My web.
Made by me.

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*This is a song, not a poem, but i didnt know where to upload it, so, here it is.
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