Smell the smoke that stings his eyes
Voice’s reverberating
Images that truth belies
And the lies are intoxicating
Paranoiac vision’s spinning
Bouncing images in his head
Fights that he’s never winning
Waking sweating in his bed
Behind the curtain the shape of a person
Waiting his moment to fight
Inside his head the images worsen
As the knife blade catches the light
Under the bed a monster awaits
The wardrobe harbours an assassin
Inside his mind crashes alternate fates
As his sanity starts to unfasten
The knock on the door brings sweat to his brow
The telephone unplugged from the wall
He has lost all control and he doesn’t know how
To avoid the inevitable fall