twisted contorted life not how it seems
i find myself trapped in feverish dreams
my eyes out of focus wicked extremes
sheets cling to my body sweating in streams

the heat rises up and it blows from my head
hang on to the headboard slide round my bed
my body on fire my face so very red
i gasp i moan for these thoughts i do dread

the voices they echo off the walls in the night
i try to be strong but cry out in fright
i hear them all laughing demon's delight
i glance in the mirror i'm now pale white

the pictures stare at me lined on the wall
looking to push me and then howl at my fall
ghosts hovering above me then have the gall
to taunt and tease as they loom ten feet tall

my throat grows so sore i try to scream out
but i can't even whispurr much less a shout
what do they want? what is this all about?
the night's dry and hot no rain in this drought

spring from my bed grab my star from its stand
meant to protect me with it i command
blow out the demons like wind takes to sand
drifts into night with the toss of my hand

the room grows cooly quiet suddenly still
move them all out with the strength of my will
i lie back in wait as good thoughts soon fill
places vacated by the haunts of the ill

and feverish dreams of now i know not
i think of life's treasures goodness i've got
i sleep in comfort a shield from the hot
now dream of cool sweetness dream it a lot!