Obsession Kills
A letter to your unhealthy attachment
Obsession. It holds on to its prey with a tight grip.
Disconnect or be effected by this mind melting vice grip.
It eats at your soul and you eat at its flesh.
Day and night devil dances. All you do is obsess.
You look for notifications. Checking your phone.
You seek reassurance and you’re checking for tone.
Is it good? Is it bad? Make me happy. Oh I’m sad.
You’re obsessed. You can’t stop it even though you know it’s bad.
Cerebellum is demanding free. Trapped by insanity.
Fed by an ego grounded in the work of vanity.
Does your obsession ever stop and take a long pause?
It never halts while belonging to a lost cause.
You’re a mess reduce to less I must confess you’re obsessed.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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Comments (4)
Nailed it!!!
DX Ugh. Yeah how my brain works sometimes.
Eek! Sounds a bit how my brain works at times. Very relevant Joe!
This is deep and relatable. You describe obsessive thoughts and actions well.