Twisted obsessions of failed dreams,
In the darkened corners of the subconscious,
Where shadows unleashed dreams unwound,
A world of obsessions, all alone.
Whispers echoed through the sordid obscurity,
Drawing wraiths to forbidden lights,
A touch, a sigh, a fleeting glance,
Lost in the thrall of a reckless trance.
Desires stolen and broken, out of reach,
Longings hidden, cruel and true,
Yearning for those invisible chimaeras the day denied,
In silent, shamed, and sleazy cries.
Souls that sought what they should shun,
Minds that ached for the undone,
In a labyrinth of illusions and betrayal,
Obsessions took their hidden refuge.
A tangled web of despair and loss,
A dungeon where dark passions bred,
Haunted in a ghostly daze,
Lost forever in a damning swirl.
A gloom and spark remained amidst the chains of dissolution,
On the deepest night, twisted obsessions ensnared all the dreamers,
In an abyss of despair and fear with no turning points,
Even if hope was not a lost cause.
Twisted obsessions of gloomy fates were the cruel rulers of chaotic existences,
Once again, they were reborn each nighttime,
Under the influence of an uncertain order of arcane forces.
Numbness and slumber remained faithful companions of painful reveries,
Whenever the desire for despair and sorrow trapped every delight,
In the midst of the chaos and unknown,
A game of subjugation and delirium.
Twisted obsessions and sad insanities,
Danced on the edges of broken hearts,
Feeding on the remnants of the soundness of mind,
Spinning tales of endless binds.
Sighs of broken promises were released,
Only to fall into the most profound distress of the night,
Where shadows became the only lonely and friendly essences,
And the sun’s happiness was out of sight.
In such a realm, where reality was fractured,
Dreams and fears became a forest of drear,
A fictitious masquerade of hopes defiled,
By the weight of twisted time.
Indeed, in the heart of this desolation,
Every gleam of delight faded away,
Souls were swallowed by the dark embrace,
And lost dreams continued to fray.
Twisted obsessions, relentless and cold,
Fractured every delight into a shattered mould,
Leaving behind a void where hope had once dwelled.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
