London my mistress

London bridge is falling down
and with her goes my sanity
A dirty dinge of built up crap
From all of life's profanity

Her mocking frost and frozen heart
have fingers long and spindly
They wrap me up and drag me down
and I go along absentmindedly

I did not know how numb and cold
my brain and heart could get
Its not too often I've sat and thought
of all that I'll forget.

Of thoughts so strong and demonstrated
and beliefs that were intense
Now seems a thing so obsolete
My past one big pretense.

Why have I let this mistress in
to suck all that is good
Affecting my entire being
and altering my mood

Its like this London character
scares me with her darkness
But deep down I am just like her
and resisting her is pointless

My shallow skin now transparent
my eyes yellow and sickly
Im hanging on for dear life
But my arms are growing weakly

Her cobbled streets of staggered brick
her love so suffocated
Her leaning walls so menacing
her stone heart isolated

I wonder why it is I remain
when she makes me so depressed
And then I note the irony:
With her I am obsessed!