There is a guest in the back of my mind
In the middle of the night
Where sleep is kicking me in
He comes in without knocking
His steps are silent yet harsh
His voice is raspy yet calm
His words make wounds
All over my body
Yet we still sip the drinks
Talking and talking and then the fight begins
Fight of life and death
Sometimes I wonder who he is
But while listening to his harsh ****** words
I see
I feel
I know
It is my mother coming to see me
Coming to break me once again