Becoming Brain Dead

You are the dark archangel from my nightmares 
The presence has made my dreams become more dark 
Inside my mind the darkness is coming more than I can bare 
You are the deadly eerie breeze blowing on my journey, that I am not afraid to embark 

Lurking in my once beautiful dreams of mine, turning my head into a scary mess of a ghost town 
With evil spirits that are making my bones cold 
This disease has been eating my brain, since then my intelligence has gone dramatically down 
Dribbling my memory out turning them into ugly smelly mould 

I’m losing my mind and my body to something that is evil
On the outside there’s nothing wrong with me 
But inside my body there is a war, where is my pills?
To me live I have fight for my life and get free 

I have to silence battle my feelings and my rotting brain 
To be in peace with my life and in control of my own emotions 
I have to fight for my life, going forward into the acid rain 
This fight will stop all of this madness of the commotion