Sick obsession
I stumble blindly through your smoky love.
I can never find my way.
As everything we know falls apart
I find I have nothing left to say.
I thought you were my protection, a source of love and affection.
Your love was just a hallucination a figment of my imagination.
Only one thing is clear to see
You were never in love with me.
You were invisible, I could only see
My jaded reflection staring back at me
You assumed I was your possession,
Your favourite toy,
Your sick obsession.
