The hum of the fan plays my mind,
illusions of you,
delusions of me.
Memories I want to un-remember,
caution that should not have been thrown to the wind.

My mind is blank sometimes,
then it's on fire.
Nightmares are gasoline,
sleep is unattainable.

But the hum of the fan plays my mind,
lulls me to a waking sleep.
Hallucinations seem all to real,
voices yet to come.

No help, no help,
a fight that's better fought alone.
Still the hum of the fan plays my mind.