Fever Twisting Dreams

Hunted night to the day
A word, a whisper, a phrase to say
Children, I call to the door
The class is over, now and ever more

Sitting, staring, wondering, noticed
Flowered open, a beautiful lotus
Guided guilt, where to leave?
A message, a note, a bloodstain to grieve

Walk away, smaller I fade
Goodnight to thee I bade
Shallow night as the moon drifts abroad
Across the back is what I applaud

Where is the talent in the write
I hear no one's words tonight
See what is written across the day
Old and used to decay

Silent symphonies play to the air
Battered women walking around without a care
Music of gathering bittered into death
Lost little children running away from their cold frosted breathe

Hinder a note left on my door
Finder's keepers for the more
Hate me not, love me shall
Ring the door, and knock the bell

Smile sweet and leave a stain
Push the horse until the knot shall strain
Home sick and oh so alone
Mother, I am shivering to the bone

Wish for a night to whisper to the black
Hidden underneath the bed back
Oh sweet Caroline, who are you?
A golden ring of wedding held close to true

Escaped time is wondering my head
As I lay tossing in my bed
The fever is raging and I am losing
And the thought of death has long since been bruising

The disease spreads like a plague
No more goodnight shall you be bade
The fever has delusions me to sickness
The force to be hit must be with thickness

I don't know what I am saying anymore
And the knock I cannot hear at my door
Washed away tonight I must cry
And another fever I will quell and die

Hear what my fever is raging in my mind
Must not be left to the thoughts so unkind
Lost in the school yard closed for summer
And I know not of this fever or any other

These are no longer the fever twisted dreams
Quelled no more are these screams
Children, I call to the door
The class is over, now and ever more