Watching through lenses,
The pictures do not lie,
Transformation in many forms,
As time steadily flies.
When there was unrest,
Preferred to hide.,
Seeking shelter in mundane vocation,
Rather than cry.
Reality through fogged glasses,
Dreams of clear skies,
Those cocoons of comfort,
Bore moths, not butterflies.
It was easier to submit,
Why the fight?
“Obsessions can destroy you,
Eat you from inside,
Chains that imprison, enslave,
No matter what you try.
My only plea-
Wish this Insanity goodbye!”
She stared into me,
Those hollow, haunted eyes,
Obsession had won.
She replied-
“Kill my passion, slay my soul,”
Alas, there she died…
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