The same way ice freezes...the same way I watch fire burn, and flicker, it dances, captures, consumes and entrances.
Maybe I'm mistaken, fire freezes too, super cooling you from the inside out, numbing through your veins, again consuming all.
Don't get me wrong, I'm no fool, I know obsession is never a good thing, it is a dizaster waiting to happen, a hazard that you slowly alow to take you over, till it govens you, rules and controls every step and action, eveything about you.
But it moves so fast, just like the flames themselves, licking up the sides of your subconciousness, burning down any second thoughts, any walls of defence. It doesn't take long for you to be completely sucked in, trapped, and then what, you are left to feed your addiction...your new obsession.
- reds, oranges, yellows and golds, dancing, twisting, smooth and sparking -
...pulled into a mental image yet?...
- entrancing and drawing closer like a moth to the flame -
...can you feel the burn yet...
- flickering heat, building it up till it scoulds, then more till it take a turn, so hot it feels like ice through the veins, through the senses. -
Tell me you can feel it, tell me you can breath it in, and feel this thrill. This obsession.