Manic Depression

See it is the witchy hour,
Twitchy fingers in my hand.
Welcome now our honored guest;
Enter daemon from beyond.

See the monsters shaking; they are
Making for the realms unknown.
This is now the hour when
A different power rises.

Now his bones are creaking slowly,
Seeking out his chosen prey.
Foolish souls, they’re still awake;
Run away while there’s still time.

Stupid boy with wrist that’s bleeding,
Thinking that you’re all alone.
He can smell your blood-stained mind;
Insanity has now arrived.