There’s a mouse in my attic

There is a mouse in my attic. It sits there all day. I hear it squeak when I'm angry, and I hear it squeak when I pray. There is a mouse in my attic. I know that it's there. I hear it squeak when I bite, I hear it squeak when I tear. There is a mouse in my attic. It eats at my brain. I hear it squeak when I resist, I hear it squeak when I cause pain. There is a mouse in my attic. I hate when it stirs. I hear it squeak when I snack, I hear it squeak when sight blurs. There is a mouse in my attic. I think it knows all. I hear it squeak when I'm hungry, I hear it squeak when I gnaw. There is a mouse in my attic. It wants the taste of men. My neighbors should do nicely. The mouse squeaks again.