The voice came in the middle of the night
And once again, I was afraid, alone.
The chant can cause me shivers and pure fright;
In bed, I cry and scream and ache and moan.

Not always was I such a wreck like this;
I had posssessions, family, and love.
I lived in comfort, ignorance, and bliss;
I trusted in the seraphim above.

The demon came and took away my trust;
I know not what is real and what is not.
I was pursued by avarice and lust.
They tell me mental illness is my lot.

I wish that people would just let me be;
There must be something terr'bly wrong with me.