It’s not enough, no, not just one
I need it all, or less come all undone
Everything I see, of that which I adore
One isn’t sufficient, I always need more

A collection to conquer, it’s nothing too normal
Surrounded by each piece, I’d count up the total
A battleground of peace, to that which it leads
This mind won’t rest, until it has what it needs

At this point it turns, no longer a game
And as if it were, could it lessen my shame?
To make it all, be the greatest of things
Each I could imagine, to be some part of me

For nothing could be, more magnificent so
My obsessions and I, could be one as I grow
An incredible beauty, my soul does it pine
A compulsion it leads, I’ll never be bored of the find

When I can’t have enough, or so that it seems
I’d sleep well each night, as I hoard in my dreams
Oh- a comfort that it bestows, trivial to explain
It’s my life that I know, no, not just some game

And those things to me, of which they mean most
I hold tight to my bosom, yet they still don’t seem close
These are the times, of which I struggle with indeed
My heart filled with a pain, and no way to feed

I often fancy the thought, of these things that I crave
Could we be inseparable, if I had just a taste?
Yes- feasting on my compulsion, the purest of need
Together for eternity, they would be inside of me