Obsession
Obsession?
Concession maybe
To will to kill, to see to die
to drown, to float, to breathe your cry
my cry

Obsession perhaps
A relief, a retreat
a ride in one's seat
and meet all one's fears,
gone away throughout the years,
and tears

A golden rose, planted firm
a softly silken petal falls
It's shadow cast upon the wall
of space and time, foretell the call
of all...

Can I just leave that petal fallen
Celestial work in mortal matter
Silent crying, sulking, weeping,
cast away to no ones keeping
water's seeping

Or can I hold and thus embrace
A magic shared not once before
My rosen petal, an unknown lesson
wilting upon fate's discretion,
my obsession