It's Grim Poem by Hugh Kilbride

He bangs on My door, He's been here before
I want Him to leave. He want's Me to grieve
I'm thee extinguisher of Your fire
I'll use the tears of Your desire
He bangs on My door, He's been here before
I'm thee destroyer of Your world it's crashin
I'm thee old fashion assassin of Your passion
He bang's on My door, He's been here before
He's on the loose with a noose
On My door He's bangin, He's lookin for a hangin
Could it Be Me, My own worst enemy?
Is He a part of Me I've hated?
Is He a part of Me I've suffocated?
Now He's bangin on My door, He's been here before
It's Grim...
Should I let him in?