Medium Unwell

Medium Unwell
In a world where logic
And proportion dies
The dark side laughing
As it lights the night
With its evil eyes
It comes around when
You are least expecting
It to strike
It grabs you by the neck
And takes your soul
With all its might
The voices haunting me
The fear is here
Come around and see
No slumber anymore
Demons in disguise
Knocking at my door

A small piece of advice
Ignore!
My head is hurting
My eyes are growing cold
The strength increases
When it fired a shot into its hold
The burning version
Of a man whose lost his will to live
The fight is over
When there is nothing
Left to have or give