I’ll creep into your mind at night

I’ll suck you dry of the will to fight

I’ll weaken your ramparts

Make you sickly and frail

So when adversity calls

You’ll be sure to fail.

I build up a picture of terror and dread

Using the powers inside your own head

Exhaust your immunity

tired through vigilance

So when trouble calls

You will act without diligence.

Try to fight and resist me, you will not win

Because admitting my presence

means you’ve let me in

The only weapon that brings me disgrace

Is a heart full of love where for me there’s no space.

Bart 23