The Epitome of Misery

Someone snuck across my room,
while I was fast asleep.
They whispered in my ear
«I can’t take you with me.»
We hunt down the haunted.
Paranoia has got the best of me.
My perception is distorted.
Insomnia can take the rest of me.
It’s THE EPITOME OF MYSERY
I live each day with a devil beside me.
I swear every night in my head it feels
like Hallow’s Eve.
Something crept into my tomb,
while I was long since dead.
It leaned over and whispered
«This is all in your head.»
WE HUNT DOWN THE HAUNTED.
PARANOIA HAS GOT THE BEST OF ME.
MY PERCEPTION IS DISTORTED.
INSOMNIA HAS GOT THE REST OF ME.