There’s a nagging tap in the back of my head.
There’s a little girl with sharp claws, scratching at the back of my mind.
She rips and spreads my consciousness,
Constantly there with a never ending thirst for my blood.
All I do is listen to the cuts
Wait patiently, she might leave.
A lie I tell myself every morning
There’s a nagging tap in the back of my head,
Knocking at the door of my sanity,
But no one’s there to open.
A welcome guest to no where,
A visitor in the desert,
Circling the sky of my peace, waiting to feed on the dead flesh of my vigilance
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Tap. Tap. Tap.