Fascination gone extreme? 8th house obsession

The 8th house whispers, secrets hide. We seek the truth, deep inside. Obsessions rise, a haunting call. We chase the mysteries, that enthrall. Reality fades, a hidden door. We seek the depths, and ask for more. Illusions bloom, a tangled vine. We chase the phantoms, we define. We cling to truths, that slip away. And find ourselves, in disarray. Can we release, this aching hold? And find a peace, the stories told? Or are we bound, to wander on? A melancholy soul, forever gone.

The mind’s a maze, where shadows dance. And hidden truths, hold us in trance. We seek to grasp, a fleeting light. To pierce the veil, of endless night. Yet every hold, it slips away. And leaves us lost, another day. Can we release the need to claim? And find a peace, beyond all blame? Or are we destined to remain? In this shadowy, endless game.

The whispers of a troubled heart. Where hidden depths, tear us apart. We seek to find, a distant shore. And chase the echoes, evermore. Yet every quest, it leaves us bare. And fills our souls, with deep despair. Can we find freedom, in the still? And break the chains, that bend our will? Or are we trapped, in endless night? A melancholy, fading light.