Seeds of

Seeds of compulsion and addictions commiserate.
Steadily plotting expansion to steal your fait.

The seeds begin manifesting on the inside, through thoughts they stay in control, they keep your corruption at their pace, justification is their starring role.

Growing to teach selfishness to the even the most generous of people, keeping your idle hands occupied is done quite easily when done by the devil

Manifesting in your head through a series of neuron misfires, achieving misdirection making you want, what you did not desire.

Witnessing your reflection in your minds mirror, as your body steadily reaches out for it each day, it's an image you constantly deny to yourself, yet it's an image you shallowly portray.

Those closest to you who saw the change, now align themselves to witness the drain.

Your so lost, so empty, residing in your half human host shell, and now your really living the dream...but only if that dream includes residing in hell