The Man in the Corner

There is a man in the corner He won't tell me his name I cough, I feel He sometimes paces when My heart feels heavy I wish he'd go away Black cough Wretched pain The man wears a black hat With black shoes and a black suit With awful black gloves My eyes are dimming The world is spinning and turning murky I can't lift my hands to wipe away the sweat The blankets are constricting The man is at the foot of my bed He flashes a pale visage With two black holes And a revolting jaw I'm feeling farther away A lost tear slips down my face It is humming My chest is full I can't breathe The man from the corner is hovering over His emaciated hand cups mine I can't feel anything The man next to my bed Is clutching my head When his vile mouth surrounds me