A vision of obscurity

If I watch you closely dose that make me insecure. If you're longing for a lover maybe? My love is to impure. Impleaded fantasy's I'm sick and you're the cure. Materialistic lament, hypercritical that's for sure. Under a blanket of infidelity, obscene and obscured. hearts are devoured, blood thirsty, and I want more. A monster lives inside of me. Indecisions and he not sure, If I'm the cause of all his debility. I refuse to feed him more. A loss of all my faculties. He is obscene and I'm obscured