Visitor.

His teeth are sharp like razors,

His eyes glow red and deep.

He calls me by name,

with a voice that makes me weep.

Sometimes I hear him laughing.

I think he likes my pain.

Why he comes to see me,

I guess that's just his game.

I've seen him before this,

in a life I knew too well.

Maybe he will go someday; time will only tell.

Now I lay down in my bed.

Outside, I know he'll creep.

He's scratching at my window,

I just wish he'd let me sleep..