Today, I remember my Obsession. Oh, it had such a hold on me. Tore apart the fabric of my world and left me in miserable bliss. Not just a man, one being of flesh and bone; but hypnotizing and mystical. I empowered him with the strength of a thousand armies, in my own mind. I cherished my impending doom. I was the grateful and willing servant of my own demise. He is my eternal love and immortal agony.
Time has passed, as is the nature of time; many things have changed, and stayed the same. And I find myself facing another; who wishes to have the privilege of crushing my spirit. I measure the worthiness of him, and find him without. I rejoice, as I watch him attempt to feed off my strength, in vain. You are not, and never will be my Obsession. Because of this, your efforts will only construct the means to your own End.
Enjoy these last, precious moments, of your fleeting victory. Treasure the succulence of the overflowing cup of blessings. Feed all of your senses, and burn the memory into your soul. For soon enough, you will experience the truth of your atrocity.
