My mind, it’s getting blurry,
My flesh, getting hotter, burning…
My senses, heightened
To a superhuman extent
The heat entering my body
I’m scared, terrified, petrified…

She comes, like a will-o’-the-wisp on a dark night…
She traces her hand along my body,
Her claws digging deep into the flesh on my chest…
She leaves her secret gashes,
Her mark, her symbol
I am hers forevermore…

I wonder, if I would feel
Any different, if I knew
What she was, an apparition?
I’m scared, terrified, petrified…
A delusion, an illusion…
Delusion, illusion, delusion, illusion…

She traces delicate patterns upon my body
I’m scared, terrified, petrified…
I wonder, would I feel
Any different, if the temperature…
If my temperature hadn’t risen 38.5°C?
Delusion, illusion, delusion, illusion…