Background: "The House" was one of my more recent delusions. It was a fantasy world where I was safe from the bad voices. It helped me deal with my illness, until the bad voices found it and destroyed it. The House In the house that has no name We hide from sorrow, flee pain. Sweet nepenthe take me there In rooms of shadow and air. I will set me up a place Wherein all this outward race; Mortal man may be measured Ways of women be censored. And this illusory thing That we call a soul; the thing We doll up in public, paint Up for parties, to hide taint, This I will reveal to all. I will build a house, a wall. A place where we cannot hide. Men must face that thing inside.