You look around and you soon see
That there is something for you.
It stands there still, alone and free,
And you find it, taking it near.
You love this thing, the one that you love,
And you can't get away from it.
It eats away, with you thinking it from above,
At your soul, your mind, your care.
You stare and watch it, through all ends,
And shift away from all you forgot.
The people you loved, family and friends,
And you have died around you.
It's obsession's end.