Curiosity

I like to compare my mind to a vast old antique shop, At first glance is captivating hard to resist and bound to leave you shocked, But if you overstay your welcome and remain here after Hours, Your bewilderment will surely turn to horror, At the tick of a grandfather clock, Once you come inside and glide down hallowed halls, There's no escaping my mind now that all the doors are locked, Exploring all the oddities on the crooked wooden shelves, Filled with artifacts so withered with eerie qualities, From minuscule unique trinkets to immense uncanny monstrosities, Although trapped with no way out the halls become addictive, With all the mysterious commodities Roaming every aisle, treading silently with unnerving intrigue, The further you go the longer you stay, Takes a toll on your sanity, And now your brain inhabits mine you're filled with dire familiarity, Taken over by the haunted nature of the cabinets of curiosity, Assured an overcome with a feeling of prosperity, Your starstruck mind overwhelmed with admiration, For my abstract minds complexity, Though at times it can be flooded with nightmare fueling imagery, After the enchantment of adoration envelope your tender soul, The trepidation that plagues my mind becomes a lovable peculiarity, And now your caught up in my incantation, You're my soulmate and my prophecy.