I am compelled to look,
To understand the grotesque.
I am drawn to it like prey.
Fixated on the abomination in front of me.
There is no peace in obsession-For it hums below the surface,
Persistent and invasive, staining the landscape of the soul
Each glance deepens the pull, as if understanding it somehow makes it less monstrous.
It grows like ivy in my mind-twisting itself around thoughts that refuse to dissipate.
It doesn't shout or scream, yet it has turned the quiet into noise
It lingers-
endlessly circling me, refusing to pounce till just the right moment.
It sharpens it's gaze as it hones in on me
And I know I have been captured,
Made prisoner by my own fascination.
Even in my very last seconds I relentlessly fight the need to understand
Making sense of something that has none.