What strives you.
One thing that takes you.
To live for
To die for

Soft words make you smile.
Silence kills you.
Filled with doubt
Filled with hope

The one that cures you.
The one that harms you.
It feels so good
It fees so bad.

Stop creating this obsession,
Start living this obsession.

I gotta confession
You're my little obsession
(I say little cause the shrine's only one wall)
I just want to see you
And I want her to be you
But that's something that won't ever happen at all

Cannot stop thinking
About you
Will not until you are mine
Until I am
The air that you breathe
I cannot eat
I cannot concentrate
You fill myevery waking hour
My thoughts always drift
Back to you
It is not love
It is obsession
A bad obsession
Messing with my mind
Stopping mw from living
No help from anyone
Beyond help
Beyond salvation
Please help me
Do not want to
Live like this
Mind is not right
I need you
Like a drug
Obsession
Word goes through
My mind
Do not care
Past caring
Nothing matters
Except you

I want you to implode.
I want to take you to
Nirvana and back
And watch your soul unfold

I want to feel your heart
rapidly pump life
through your body
as we come apart.
Apart from our outer shell.  
Away from this world
in which some call hell.
Your presence is angelic
so I use this rhetoric
to paint a picture
That's luminescent
in this dark world
And become one another's
Obsession.

I want you.
I want you to implode.
I want to take you to
Nirvana and back
And watch your soul unfold

I want to feel your body shake.
I want to make your body sweat.
I want to make you feel close to love
And far from hate.
All for your bodies sake.
Let me take you to nirvana and back
Because the night can not wait.
Let me take you to
nirvana and back.
I want to feel your soul
Connect with my soul.
From the tip of your head
to the bottoms of your sole.
Internally and externally.
I want to make you
feel whole.
What we feel is physical
but the way we gaze
at one another
It almost feels spiritual.

I want you to implode.
I want to take you to
Nirvana and back
and watch your soul unfold.

Her heart was like a cold stone,
forged by the hands of hate.
Pain felt like home,
love didn't feel like anything.
Her flesh was her conscience,
her soul feeling numb.
Haunted by her past,
afraid of what is yet to come.
Hooked on all the wrong things,
drunk off the pleasure it brings.
Stuck, looking for love,
in all the wrong places,
Breaking the hearts,
of those handsome faces.
Karma chasing her down,
she practices what she preaches.
Rather be breaking their hearts,
than be picking up the pieces.
Way more than meets the eye,
but, wont let anyone reach it.