He stands beside my door at night,
twisted and hunched in the dark.
A smile that embodies fright,
and curls with the madness he makes.
He carves his words into my skin,
to assure I won't forget them.
Then, he laces daffodils and venom to my chest;
my favorite adversary has horrid taste.
I can only hear the beat, a steady ticking pace,
I couldn't even face my fears, you see,
for my own worst enemy has no face.
My chest is weighing heavy,
it holds my heart of stone.
My soul is falling weary,
I couldn't do it alone.
Heavy breathes, and painful sweats,
how could this happen to me?
Well, while he's here I see,
meet my horrifying friend,
anxiety.