Cieren's New Poetry Book!

They.

They are here
Banging it down
At your door.
Do you hear it?

They want in
to see you
on the floor.
Do you open it?

They just want
You to die
Be no more.
Do you unlock it?

They have teeth
Razor sharp claws
Blood-stained sore.
Do you welcome it?

They possess names
'Depression' 'Anxiety' 'Fear'
Deadly silent core.
Do you accept it?

They have prey
Surely its someone
They're looking for.
Do you wish to be like them?
Do you wish to have their names?