Not a true story

Sitting in the bathroom,I’ve been stuck in here all night
Something alien’s in my gut, it seems there  is a fight
I wish I were asleep in bed, warm and bathed in dreams
My mind is anorexic  but I feel that I’ve been weaned

In the bed the sheet  has moved, who can be in here?
I’ll share my bed with anyone  but they must not want more
Negotiations all the time, the enemy, the fear
We hate best  those whom we love, for they stole  mother dear

Up again I feel my way without the bedside light
I don’t want the beetles   running ,fearing human sight
I didn’t think I ate  that much, but now I shall be drained
Sitting here, I feel annoyed by all these cruel pains

Crawling from the bathroom in the middle of the night
I wish I were in Finland with a  brilliant Danish knight