Here inside my heart
Every day reminding
Of something I can't have
Ne'er comfort I am finding
Cruel to be obsessed
The switch not in my hand
The demon has possessed
The torment, I can't stand
I wish it wasn't there
Yet it is tattooed on
In time will its ink wear
and wretched ache be gone?
It finds no happy form
That sits there quietly
Instead it has me torn
Obsession, let me be!