The Visitor
it comes, scratching its nails down the blackboard of my psyche it grips and won’t let go of me dragging me down shoving me around, my anxiety is a cage I can’t break, it takes, and takes again it’s a sick and twisted game I never planned to be a part of, I curse the day I unwittingly let it across my threshold if only I was told it’ll be up to no good if only I could erase this schism and replace it with a calm inner vision, because of my twisted visitor they now have to administer a higher dose to numb the fear but however much I take it’s still here stapling reminders deep inside my gut pulling me into a rut and here I am admitting this fucked up life just ain't worth living with this bastard constantly visiting and never leaving me alone
