The Guest

written during a bout of depression

The Guest

Be my guest - there you are.
I can see you near - yet still far.

My heart, welcomes you Sir.
My thoughts! O' but a blur.

What brings you to my side?
Before - you sought a place to hide.

Will you again tease and taunt,
Use your power, or not?

You are close now - "My breath!"
I welcome you - O' sweet death.