Opening the Vein

Right now I have words flowing from my veins, but what if it stops? That can never happen all I have to do is slice another one open, somewhere to dip my quill, another way to release the torrent, the flows, the waves of emotion that crash within me. To eat away at the walls that they use to keep the likes of me out, but that can never happen I go where I want, the more unwelcome, the more I'll be there, slowly pounding, eroding, wearing down the barricades they set to keep out the malcontents, the undesirable, the vile, the evil. Yes tis I the one no one would welcome howling in the back, scratching at the window, knocking at your door, pounding on your chest. I have been here forever.... waiting.... slinking.... perched on your windowsill, sitting just out of sight, 'til the right moment. That's how I do, that one second can change your life, and make mine last so much longer, every little taste extends my being, brings me closer to my next target. As long as fear exists there will be me....