A mix of poetry and prose about a person or entity that seeks to limit the potential and happiness of another.
Written by Richard Thripp
I do not want you to think you are my sole focus
For you are but one of many
And this so weakens your resolve
For you see I am stretched so thin
Yet continuously destroy you
I am neither invincible nor omnipresent
It should be quite easy for you to defeat me
I would not crush you with overwhelming force
For hope is my greatest weapon
When you lose, I always want you to think it was by a tiny margin. That if only you would have tried a little harder, you would have succeeded as you desire. My goal is to make you despise yourself. To think that I am a part of you—your demon—your dark side. A part of you that should be suppressed or cut out. But in reality, we are quite separate. You are the gamemaster, but I must make you believe I am in control.
Your weakness is not that you are human. Not that you are flawed, hopeless, tragic, or star-crossed. Your weakness is that you have invited my interest, and it entertains me to torture your spirit, preferably over a long period of time and with many interludes. My greatest fear is that I would persecute you so much that you become extraordinary. I want you to have rest. My job is so much easier if you never see beyond the horizon.
How do I see you?
I see you as an individual of great potential
Of superior intellect and kindness
A person I would like to be
But I cannot have your soul
So I entice you to destroy it
My goal is not to make you think you are not special
But that you are special, yet nothing will come of it
I do not encourage you to forsake your ambitions
But to choose a path that would take 200 years to complete
Not because you have dreamed too big
But because you take a finite approach to an infinite world