petulant little face
squeaks its dissatisfaction with the way
bitterness has dissembled its state of mind
its hunched scrawny little body slinks in through the shadows
thing thing
this ***** little thing

stop it you f&%kin *******
your driving me insane
tapping tapping at the door

i own the control over nothing but me
but this thing keeps softly invading me
this missing thing
this absence
when nothing is required to keep moving
when there is no distraction
thing small thing crawls in
this depraved little monster with its sharp claws
this f%&ki;; little thing
beating at the door for hours
softly pounding at the gate
for days
for years
'your alone and your going to stay that way'
alone alone alone
makes my world barren
makes my heart a hurting thing
this thing will not leave me be
i wrap my fingers around its ugly neck
and throttle the life from it
but moments later
there it is tapping at the door
your alone
your alone
alone alone alone
tapping alone alone
like my witless heart it keeps beating
slowly at the door demanding
without relenting
that something is absent
something is missing
fill me fill me
tapping at the door
let me out