My obsession
quite a sensation
creeps and crawls
from night till dawn it prowls
cuts with eyes
my thoughts dry
over exhaustion hits
I’m chewed into bits
by the time I’m done
comes up the risen sun
sleep deprived but not sick of it yet
can dig and dig till it’s again time for bed
all my thoughts and focus on it
I’m consumed but is a gift
gift and an escape
strips it’s soul but me it drapes
in insanity and madness
devoured I am by anonymous
not telling what it is
just know I’m drawn and cannot get enough of it
if you can read this
you can guess it

get it …. no?

BOOK it is

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