Slow Suicide

Obsecne desire of my obsession.
I tried to make her my possesion,
but love and lust must live free.
Now the spell I threw, is coming back to me.

Well I feel like I'm roped and tied.
Shes takin me for a ride, slow suicide.

Black nights, and cloudy days.
Blah blah blah. I can't see the point in staying alive.
I'm going to the river to take a deep long dive.