Your Wicked Spell

What is this power you hold over me?
You’ve become my drug, my need to breathe.

Without you, I wander, lost and sad,

A piece of me missing, the joy I had.

How easily you conquered my heart,

Planted the seed of obsession, so dark.

I never noticed when it took root,

Your eyes, your smile, my kryptonite’s truth.

Powerless, I crumble at your feet,

Bent to your will, my heart’s defeat.

I try in vain to break away,

Only to fall harder every day.

Under your spell, I weaken, I fade,

Caught in the web your hands have made.

But now I rise with one last fight—

I’ll break your chains and reclaim my light.