Knock on the door
anybody home?
I don't think so
do you?

I sit in the house
all by myself
when the knock comes
I cringe in fear

The fear is there
always there
is anything normal
when I sit in my chair

The people who come
start to shout
they know i am at home
but I don't come out

The people 
will soon leave
tired of waiting
nobody will come

The house is dark
the lights are out
silence is golden
yet the room is dark

I sit in my recliner
closing my eyes
put up my feet
alone with my fear

The people who knock
eventually leave
I will not answer
they think to themselves

The recliner is old
I like it that way
I am alone
I like that too

The darkness reaches
much like a child
who wants his mother
yet mom is not there

I will get up later
fix myself a snack
sit back in the chair
alone by myself

I want to be alone
that one lady said
I agree with her
people are scary

The people come
the people go
the house stays dark
and no one will answer

I don't like people
people are noisy
they don't really care
except for themselves

There is a knock again
nobody will answer it
for I am in my chair
and nobody cares

The moon rises
shining upon my hell
the souls come out
under its spell

The day turns dark
the street lights come on
the day will end
another day gone