Obsessions

I’ve become dangerously obsessive and it’s starting to cause pain Not on others, boy I wish, but I’m all theres to blame It’s tearing me up, my mind is rot, it’s not aesthetically pleasing For certain obsessions only inspire devilish laughs and teasing If only it was classic symbols my mind hungrily wants Looking glasses, chess and clocks, all Alice’s old haunts But nothing’s poetic about television , falsities and actors The hypnotic items you dearly cling are only grave detractors They draw you from central virus, the depended burning fire It doesn’t matter of which you do obsess All are maddened by desire