Beneath a quilt of fire

I lie

A trembling soul too weak to speak

Sweat beads drip like silent emotions

Marking time with fleeting years

 

The fever hums a haunting hymn

A siren's call from shadows dim

It burns

It cracks

Yet leaves hollow

Aching for more

 

Sadness seeps like ink through veins

A plague of whispers endless chains

The room distorts in fever's haze

A twisted mirror

A wicked maze