My mind is no longer my own
It belongs to a stranger
Who lives in the dark of my abode
And lurks around like death's messenger

I see him everyday
Whispering false tales of deceit
Playing his part in our play
And dancing at the end of each act to his seat

My mind is now a menagerie
For it craves anarchy
And with such audacity
That I can blame only on my self rivalry

The stranger stalks my...