A Visitor

A visitor he came one day In a shroud of smoke and steam He took refuge in my brain And chose to never leave He fills my head with blackened clouds And with vines of bittersweet No matter what I say to him He says much worse to me No matter how I raise my voice I can’t block out the noise He’s locked me in here with him But he says that it’s my choice He says: “My dear, you’re stuck with me” Your worthless and you’re weak There’s nothing you can say or do So don’t waste your voice to speak I haven’t seen a soul in months Or has it been a week? He is my only company Oh how my world is bleak I listen to his every word What else am I to do Maybe if I tell my tale He’ll pass from me to you.