An Obsession

I have given myself to thus obsession, how unsettling my old self would see it to be
Each text of yours I grow myself closer to a psychotic state
Wonder deepening whether I am ready for the tragedy which follows
Which shall follow you as I attempt to fulfill mine fantasies
I know not who I am no more what I am capable of is of a mystery even to myself
What I want is a path untaken in mind
Your body I desire each part of it my skin upon yours
My limb within yours
Your lips for me, your hands for me to reach
Your hair for me to tint
Your scent for my lungs to absorb
Your mind for me to dilute
How cunning
The evil I long to bring upon you