Medium Unwell

Mad Caddies

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