#MFMI - 3

Yeah, it's starting to melt, this obsession of mine,
Finally, feels like I'm beginning to lose the outline;
Guess I need to move on; and rhyme no more,
It's starting to fade quickly now, I need a new lifeline.

I'll miss being that different guy, for now I feel so distant,
Wish I could stop the world in its place for that one priceless instant.
When the pen used to relieve me of my sorrow and share my joy,
I knew this day would come; it could never have been consistent.

It is so hard to let go, to accept that the time has come,
The feeling of desolation, every time it makes you go numb,
Eventually, you learn to live without it, a passion that shaped your life,
And even when it's gone, you crave for that last crumb.

Switching over to something else, is easier said than done,
It's like locking yourself up in another inescapable, fancy prison.
For you know that when you're done over there, you'll have no place to go,
And maybe then you'd finally admit that you've had enough of the run.

I do not know why I came here, and neither do I know why l'm leaving,
I fell in love with this addiction before; and even now it seems appealing,
It's like a poison to me, which I dearly love, but know that I can't kiss,
I hope I may return for closure; for now, I say goodbye to the feeling.