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

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