By Angela Ubaldo angieubaldo@hotmail.com
Date: 28 January 2001
Obsession
to sleep, to dream
to obsess.
you are my obsession.
my fabricated love.
my need to concieve,
you are the air that i breathe.
the blood that beats through my veins.
the hunger i feel.
the tears i cry.
the pain i crave.
my sexual desires.
the vision i see.
the treasure at the end of my rainbow,
but rainbows are not real, only a illusion.
my great one.
my love, so true and strong.
are you real,
or just a dream?
somebody pinch me,
wake me up.
somebody kill me.
somebody deliver me.
revive me, consume me.
kill these demons that haunt me.
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