Intro: up to 50 words (delete this text and enter your own)
I hate the sound of rattling keys,
As they scrape and probe
Into my privacy.
I hate the sudden, icy draught
Which chills my hot guilt.
In a rare moment of peace,
I hate the footstep on the stair,
Its rhythmic thud a dull tattoo.
Of the throb within my head,
My pounding heart
Is suddenly dead.