Obsession

Obsession (29/4/2009)

It starts with the whisper of silence
The shadow of dreams that linger in light
It morphs into a being of substance
One that watches you the darkest nights

Its caress at first the gentlest of blushes
A comforting warmth that spreads throughout
It brings the peace of a warm smile
The soft touch that erases your every doubt

But oh, how quickly it changes
From something so pure and sweet
To an evil greed that knows no end
A craving you cannot possibly feed

It preys on your hopes and poisons your speech
Its fetid breath stinks of decay and mould
A demon that controls your every thought
Once grown, it'll never leave you alone


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My more conventional style of poetry. I like how it started, but it still feels off.