emotions run thick through the demented fog,
the offspring,
the children of obsession.
the gentle brother insomnia,
the graceful sister paranoia,
the humble sister infatuation.
This is the scion of obsession.
This triple bladed sword.
The woe men
construct into
misconstrued dillusions.
the cries that converse,
bend,
create illusion.
Disapprove desires,
my fair lady,
and they will follow.
oh yes,
they will follow
bottle.
Author: WithOutRealDefinitionS /
