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