Obsession

The fires inside, as ice they burn
Devouring, devastating, you'd think I'd learn
The reliefs of sleep evade
as my mind goes on another tirade

I seek the help of the bottle
but as the liquor dries up
All I get is scorn and a throttle
a promise of blackout from every new cup

This obsession, this mess, this pain
for all my sorry wishes
They're all doomed to be wished in vain,
not be fulfilled by beloved kisses

Always thinking of you, so perfect, near haloed
mysteriously bewitching, flawlessly wondrous
But by holding you hallowed
am I becoming monstrous?

In the halls of my mind you wander
ever haunting, twisting my head
I try to force you out, but I wonder
should I just go wholly in there instead?