Living in your own world alone
Delusions often shared cannot be appreciated
Help is a game of chance where luck is the deciding factor
Your mind is its' own master
You are its' slave
It sees trouble where there is none
It fears that which should not be feared
It makes enemies out of friends
It makes demons out of angels
It destroys anything it touches
Home, life, love, and peace of mind fade away
In the end it feeds on itself
Nourishing the delusions that will ultimately result in the destruction of its' host
