Obsessed phobia

... It is now already morning,
feel blood boil in my veins,
his head still spinning
and I feel the urge to fall into bed
to dream of having always lived a dream ...

I stare at the sky now that is clean and clear:
I wish my heart was like this ...
Every time I close my eyes, trying to sleep
... and I imagine how it could be my life
if you had followed different paths ...
Sometimes I would be in a solitary forest,
only to hear the beating of my heart ...

What I try I know: something strange,
a bit 'of madness, but I do not want love,
only sweet melancholy ...
Between a sob and a scratched
I want to scream to pleasure and breathe like I could be free ...

The night  make me lose my mind,
drives me crazy,
and I would sometimes take me away with it,
in its whims and bizarre virtues ...
I would fall into its hands:
touched and manipulated by its icy touch
that soon will go ...

You made me crazy my dear phobia,
and now I have to find your way
to forget this little obsession
It bleeds a knot of fire in the throat
that I can not swallow ...
I bite my lip
as if I wanted to tear off a piece
and this causes me pleasure,
everything is so convoluted that I just want to sleep and pretend to understand ...