Obsession is a cathedral in ruins, its arches broken yet still echoing with hymns that will not die. It is the candle that burns long after the wax has melted, the shadow that clings to the walls even when the light is gone. To be obsessed is to wander through corridors where every step resounds with the same name, the same vision, the same hunger—a haunting that refuses to release its hold.

It is not only a fever of the heart but a ritual of the everyday: the repeated gesture, the whispered prayer, the gaze that returns to the same image again and again. Obsession becomes liturgy, a devotion enacted in silence, a ceremony performed beneath the weight of longing.

This collection is a descent into that sanctuary of decay for the mind. Each poem is a chamber where the air is thick with whispers, where mirrors fracture into endless reflections, where the tide of longing rises against stone and silence. Here, obsession is not merely desire; It is a specter, a revenant that binds devotion to delirium, beauty to decay, creation to ruin.

To read these writings is to walk among ruins lit by moonlight, to hear voices that echo from the crypt, to feel the pull of a flame that both sanctifies and consumes. Step inside, and let the shadows close around you. Let the haunting begin.