~i Drink To The Doorbell~ Poem by E Nigma

I watched the shaking hand
As it wore out its welcome
They said thank you come again
and again I am humbled

By the hollow looking stares
stepping up to the piano
I Fell across the keys
in a pattern at an angle

An I'm waving to the crowd
I see question marks for heads
Like the hunter being hunted
I am better left for dead

I listen to the sound
My feet clapping on the hardwood
There's knocking at my door
But I know nobodies home