He follows me in the night and in my dreams
Drives into me a purpose
For which I have no strength.

Washes into my mind
Puzzling and ideas and plans
I cannot bring my lonesome self to carry through.

My heart is sharpened and my consciousness is dulled
By impulses and convincing accusations 
Coming from him who only I can see and hear.

I cling to my reality like a baby robin to its mother
But the wheels of my mind barely turn
I am clouded by his goal, my goal, to achieve earthly revenge.

I feel brutal and rash thoughts swim through my head
His voice telling me how to handle the fate of others
Giving me a power I should not have.

I am decidedly unhinged.