Confessions of an infected mind

The games that I play are unending

Its the way of life I find worth living 

  Pushing myself beyond my limit 

  Is the only way I find to to cure It 

Inevitably drawn towards complications 

  What do I do when I run out of distractions? 

  Sleep is your lady, she refuses to be in my lair; 

The only dreams that I have are nightmares