there is a disease it wakes me up in the dead of the morning and early in the night like a stranger it sneaks up from behind and grabs me from the back pulling me to these obese crows that feed on the filthy morsels of my mental remains in a godforsaken back alley where the the physicality of the body has no control over the supreme power of the mind mine mind mine mind mine mind mine mind mine mind mine mind mine mind mine mind mine mind mine mind mine mind mine mind practice of habit force of spirit bait of culture pawns of lustre fazes of muses pastors of masters cluster of pages