He doesn’t infiltrate minds — he overruns them.
You never notice his presence until the moment your thoughts lock in place,
as if an unseen force has seized the controls from inside.
He pushes ideas with the precision of a weapon,
forcing them into the gaps where doubt and instinct collide.
By the time you sense the shift, the takeover is complete —
and the thought you cling to feels entirely yours,
even though it was never born in you.