A/N: Written on January 3, 2011.

Can I turn you off?
You're driving me
A million nails
On a chalkboard,
A whistling tea kettle,
A foghorn.
I want to banish you
From my mind.
I'm on the brink,
I'm in despair.
I want to pull the plug
And wash you down
The drain.
Don't pull me under.
Go back to your dark corner.
Will you leave me
Please do –
It is all that I ask.