Dementia

I'll twist your mind, I'll make you scream
Make nightmares of your hopes and dreams
Your mind's my toy, to warp and tear
You picture hell, I'll take you there

Black is white, White is black
And soon sanity you will lack
Fragmented world, reality skewed
Food for thought, your thoughts, my food

And in the end it's all your choice
Influenced, of course, by my echoing voice
Free will you have, though options are few
But in the end, it's up to you.....

Dedicated to Hard Candy
in all it's twisted, demented glory