There's Something Wrong with Mary Jane

There’s something wrong with Mary Jane,
I fear as though she’s gone insane.
Now something’s eating at her brain—
she’s not the same, that much is plain.

 
I’m fearing now the very worst,
I think she’s vexed–some wretched curse.
Foul demons came, or something worse.
Her will was weak, she’s been coerced.

 
And so, as darkest night descends,
she’s gotten worse, it’s bad, my friends.
I pray pure evil, good transcends.
I've made amends—is this the end?

 
Dark forces break through membrane's light,
deep thunder rolls, something's not right.
I need to flee yet must refrain—
for something's wrong with Mary Jane.