When I Can't Do Anything Else

Dark Potion

There're demons
Inside your body
Concocting a potion

With a big cauldron
And a wooden mixing spoon

Chanting and chanting
A mysterious spell

Dancing around the edges
Of your veins,
Dropping herbs and weird spices
In a disorganized order

Suffering, fear,
And severed promises,
Dementia, incomprehension
And destroyed faith

Your demons were mixing
A mixture of methane and cannabis,
And inside the cauldron
Was the result

Black as the midnight sky,
Draining out any light that comes near,
A swirling mass of uncertainty,
With an aura of foreboding,
And a smell so vile and grotesque

The demon inside of you

They were brewing
Your soul

//k.u.