From a long adventure bearing
Bottled up my youth and yearning
In my home alone and fearing
Screaming, hissing, writhing, Fitting
Crucifix in my hand I dothe implore
Came a tapping at my window floor
So I looked outside and nothing more

In my bed in room alight
Demons hissing, flitting then alight
Turn up the juice I need more light
Monsters from the darkness come alive
And in my weakness I might die
Comes a rapping at my window floor
And I know for sure there is nothing there

It is like a peculiar tapping
not a coarse and raucous rapping
not a loud and boisterous crashing
A little pecking, clicking thrashing directed at the window floor
I dare not look ouside for gravest fear
I am sure there is nothing there

Laying in the hospital bed insane
Roommate dearest also bane
Booming air duct sounds along with pain
Darkness madness freedom maimed
Others here they are the same
Comes a tapping at my window floor
So I scream out loud and nothing more

In this hotel they shock and twist
And drug and startle and slap and rip
They come back shadows through the big oak door
Grinning devils bare and bored
And in the night returns the rapping
A little trite peculiar winking tapping
Tapping at my window floor
So I start to pray and nothing more

Back at home in just a wink
Once a week I see a shrink
Asking what I see and hear
What I think and what I fear
And my future goes amidst the tears
And in the blackness comes that tapping
The familiar simple shortened clapping
A clacking at my window floor
And I am sure outside there is nothing there

Even in the morning early
While I awaken slow and surly
Before the sun rises so cheery
The sound appears that I abhor
I hear a tapping at the front door
The little trifled intentioned clacking
The peculiar light and evil tapping
Tapping again at my front door
I am afraid to look and nothing more

Reading in the night so deep
No sounds, no light no insects creep
No mice to remind of loss of sleep
Then returns the peculiar click and ticking
Alight and brusque and sickening pecking
A tap tap tapping at my window floor
Gone and back and rotten fear
I am scared to death and nothing more

And this before the sounds and words
Are peculiar things that I have heard
In the blossom of my youth
Came a loving brush with death
And to this day sometimes I hear a tapping
Always a light and affectionate clacking
A click clack clacking at my new front door
And now my soul is not so bare
So I look away because nothing’s there