Tossing and turning

Unable to sleep

Listening to the sound of the tapping

I throw the pillow over my head and and hide in my blanket

That irritable tapping

Tapping away at my life

I turn on the radio, Led Zeppelin

I can still hear the tapping as if their was no music

It continues to echo in my brain

African war drums beating

Beating in my head this torture

End my suffering now

Now i search to find

The origins of the undesirable racket

That racket gushing out of the cellar

Creeping up the steps like roaches

Oh! That infinite tapping!

Tapping away at my soul

"Make it stop!" I say

This unbearable tapping

I pick up a steak knife

And make my way down the steps

With every step

I hear the roaches cracking and squishing

The tapping gets louder

My eyes begin to water

A light figure at the end of the cellar

So bright I cannot see its profile

The tapping mutes all other noises from my head

Concentrating solely on this madness

I fall to my knees

Unable to walk

Crawling now

the roaches scatter all over my hands and legs

"I Cannot take this" I shout

But I could not hear the words

Then and There

I take the knife and Thrust it into my chest

The tapping..that irritable tapping

Begins to fade

The luminescent figure slowly disappears

The roaches scatter back into their cracks

Finally the tapping is gone

And I hear the gurgle of my blood