In the quiet of the night, it grows,
A whisper turns to a roaring flame,
Consuming dreams and endless woes,
Obsession calls me by my name.

My thoughts are tangled, wild and free,
Lost in the labyrinth of desire,
A shadow cast, I cannot flee,
Burning with an unquenchable fire.

Each breath I take, it lingers near,
A phantom in the darkened room,
Promises of hope and fear,
Both a blessing and a doom.

Yet still I chase this fleeting ghost,
A prisoner to its haunting spell,
Obsession is my gracious host,
In its depths, I forever dwell.