Nighttime Obsession (I Am)
In the dark of night, the shadows deep and wide,
Their whispers echo through the veils of time,
A haunting trance, in obscurity I hide,
As thoughts entwine in rhythms so sublime.
A cold touch lingers, chilling to the bone,
Obsession’s whispers weaving wicked schemes,
In depths of darkness, lost and all alone,
A dance with ghosts in moonlit, fleeting dreams.
The grip of blight tightens, fierce and unrelenting,
No comfort found in shadows’ ceaseless play,
Dread shrouds me in a cloak so darkly venting,
Fears unfurl as night turns into day.
Unyielding grasp, a web that binds and twists,
Obsession’s hold a suffocating maze,
In vise-like throes that clench and constrict,
An endless spiral in a darkened daze.
Desperation calls for calm and respite,
Yet lies entwined within the spell’s cruel weave,
Yearning for freedom from this endless night,
But chains unseen bind tight and never leave.
No caress can break the bonds that tie me here,
Trapped within the grasp of my own mind’s snare,
A phantom’s knell, a haunting echo near,
In this space of unrest, my soul laid bare.
Anxieties, like shadows, loom and creep,
Protesting loudly in the dead of night,
Falling deeper into obsession’s keep,
Where darkness reigns and steals away the light.
But still I search for a sliver of grace,
Amidst the chaos, yearn for peace to find,
In this intricate dance of time and space,
Where echoes linger, haunting thoughts enshrined.
So let me wander through this shadowland,
Embracing fears that whisper in the gloom,
For even amidst obsidian strands,
I’ll rise above despair and break the tomb.