My Obsession -- Life

Hands sweaty ; body shaking.

Trembling out of control.

Mind racing ; thoughts swirling.

Having no clue where to go.

Inside &nd out things are all a mess.

Can’t seem escape this feeling of uncertainty.

So confused I’m starting to feel insane.

Back &nd forth — up &nd down.

Heart beating so fast it could explode.

Haven’t felt like this in a long time.

I haven’t expressed these feelings of mine.

Tryna be cautious &nd still remain calm.

Losing it each time your around.

Not knowing what to expect or how to react.

Changing pace in my life.

Too fast — slow down.

Eat my fucking heart out !

Elude me once again.

Pain-sakingly edge on.

Into a darkness unknown to me.

Insult my love.

Dismiss my emotions.

All because you’re unsure too.

I can’t shake this.

I can’t shake you.

&nd that’s what makes me..

So N.E.R.V.O.U.S

I am cursed.

Incapable of feeling anything positive.

A hollowed out soul left to aimlessly roam this world.

Imprisoned in a cage of flesh.

Doomed to inhabit a life of emptiness.

Threatened by ghouls and haunted by distant memories.

Tortured by visions of people screaming.

But without sound.

Without faces.

Without any details to decipher who is real or imagined.

My mind plays tricks on me.

Attacks what is left of me.

Or who I thought I was.

Wearing so many masks all the time I tend to forget.

I blend so well into the crowd.

I no longer recognize my own reflection.

As a part of my curse ?

Perhaps.

But if it is my mind that rules me.

Confuses me.

Destroys me.

Could it be that the curse doesn’t even exist ?

That I have trapped myself in this dark world ?

This place that is swallowing me whole.

I am my own worst enemy.

My own darkest hour.

The last breathe that I leave myself to have,

is suffocated.

Smothered.

Dissipated.

By me.

I am not cursed.

Yet I have cursed myself.

And the question still remains.

How do I stop ??

Strip for me baby.

But keep the lights on.

Cause I wanna see it all.

Every inch of you.

Bare.

Exposed.

Just skin and ink.

Let me lay you down.

So I can climb on top.

Slowly kissing you.

Teasing you.

Let me take control.

Hold you down.

Tear you up.

Turn you on.

I want your body to do the talking.

To beg me for more.

Arch your back.

Bite your lip.

Grip the sheets.

Wrap your legs around my shoulders.

Let your juices flow.

So I can catch every drop on my tongue.

Tasting you.

Savoring your flavor.

Devouring your sweetness.

Planting my last kisses.

Not wanting to leave.

But making my way back up your body.

And taking my time.

Caressing your flesh.

Looking into your eyes.

Smiling.

Licking my lips.

Then heading back between your thighs.

Cause I can’t hold back.

From the Temptation…..

I couldn’t imagine my life without you.

You are my metranome.

The tempo to which my heart beat follows.

The snare and top hat to my actions.

The samples of my emotions.

My happiness.

My sadness.

My ups and downs.

And in betweens.

The bass and the treble.

You stroke the keys.

Play a chord.

Vibe with me.

Because together we make music.

This feeling  between us.

On this staff of life.

In the middle of each note.

Is love.

Measured only by bars.

But is unstoppable.

And never ending.

It resonates through the corridores of our minds.

Floods our bodies.

And infects our entire being.

It unites us.

Binds us to the sound track of our souls.

With each beat.

With every break.

Every hook.

We are creating our song.

And our song is Perfection.