The Obsessive - Horror Poetry Video in 2 Parts

The obsessive
Part one - The Victim

Wish on a star and will I reach your space?
Or just keep running when you chase?
Reach for me was desperate begging hands,
and a soul only your doctor understands.

Wish on the moon, and will I come to you?
Am I fair game, being someone you never knew?
Reach for me with tearful begging eyes,
Hard lust, in a tragic soft disguise.

Pray to gods that angels fear to name
Draw the pentacle and light the flame
And will I jump and shiver on your thread,
Loved, though it were sweeter to be dead?

Sticky love, closing like a fist
Sickly breath, like winter's cloying mist,
Must we sometimes hurt the ones we love
By loving too much, not just enough?

I'm drowning in your swamp of being kind
And your darkest fantasies that leave me blind
And red roses that chill me to the bone
And furtive stares, that turn my flesh to stone.

Part 2 - The Stalker

i know that you would love me
if chance brought us to meet
of all the fruits around me
forbidden tastes most sweet
by all that's pure and lovely
in all of time and space
i know that you would love me
if we came face to face

i know that you will love me
i know you so well
i've heard you talking of me
of all there is to tell
the angel voice above me
said you would be mine
i know that you WILL love me
our love will be divine

i know that you will love me
i can wait another year
i know that you will love me
when i get out of here!
The fragile and the lovely
must heed the hand of force
EVEN IN DEATH YOU'LL LOVE ME
for all my love... is yours.