Knock

knock-knock

It’s either early 

or

It's very late 

but is there 

a time 

that’s right

to write? 

knock-knock

I don’t search 

for the words 

nor am I 

trying to say

anything

that I don’t-

knock. knock. 

-already know.

I want to sleep. 

I want to dream. 

I want respite 

from an endless 

itch. 

How long is 

your shadow

in the dark? 

How bright 

is your light- 

KNOCK. KNOCK.

-on the sun? 

Even when I say

nothing, 

It still feeds.

Even if don't 

answer the door- 

KNOCK FUCKING KNOCK.

-it still scratches. 

You can choose 

to be 

anything you want 

as long as 

you keep It 

at the door. 

But you’ll 

let It in, won’t you? 

Because

you’re It’s slave. 

And you 

own It. 

KNOCK.

KNOCK. 

KNOCK.