From the vaults of time, I am thinking of revising this one.
I haunt the Mind.
To me, nothing is so sweet
as the feast of sanity.
Memories and Fear are my tools of choice;
Nothing can better defeat Reason.
I plague the Soul.
Eroding it into a void.
I litter the hallways and passages
of the Conscience,
with tangled webs of confusion.
Destroying the Human Will
and Spirit is satisfying to me.
I infest the Heart.
Sending it messages to over-ride the Mind;
Illusions, of course.
Emotional anguish is probable.
Despair is imminent.
Some humans are fettered and chained by their imaginations,
and I become the Ultimate Master.
Finally, the path leads but two ways:
To my brother,
Or to me.
Some know me as a padded cell without windows,
while they slobber on themselves,
or do the “Thorazine Shuffle”.
I am the enemy unseen,
always dogging their mental footsteps…
What am I to you?