Can anyone tell me what is unusual about my poem?

Question:VISITOR UNKNOWN

My window ajar, my room dark
but for a light that shown from
a distant road lamp; tossing and turning,
my pillow damp from fitfull moving,
I thought a sound was in my room;
A tiny sizzling buzz of a sound
that cut to my brain in annoying,
jolting spurts; soft, but the kind of
sound that could call forth insanity's
brink.

It said softly, "Hark, your body
I am churning to ribbons, as a
twirling willow; this is my calling!"
It was nothing short of appalling!
Upright I sat, staring into blurry dark,
as slowly my buzzing visitor was
fizzling loudly; I grabbed my hair,
wishing I was away, trying to
maintain my lucidity amid this burning,
awful gloom.

What was amiss, should I know this
turmoil by night and not by light of day?
"Away with you!", I burst out.
"Away with you, and out of my room!"
But, into my mouth it did zoom, and up,
up to my brain, twisting as a writhing string
bound for unatural acts of Satan's joy;
a situation so unusual, I lost my footing,
and now upon the floor, it snatched my brain
Out the door!

My body lay cold and still in an ugly mound
and I was climbing skyward with this sound,
it and I in union now, flowing away.
Not again could I say,"Go away!",
for this sound and I wound through
night and stars and clouds and high,
high to light and all things good and fair;
Now my room was the sky, and I...
I was wrong about this visitor, for it was
my Salvation!

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: VISITOR UNKNOWN

My window ajar, my room dark
but for a light that shown from
a distant road lamp; tossing and turning,
my pillow damp from fitfull moving,
I thought a sound was in my room;
A tiny sizzling buzz of a sound
that cut to my brain in annoying,
jolting spurts; soft, but the kind of
sound that could call forth insanity's
brink.

It said softly, "Hark, your body
I am churning to ribbons, as a
twirling willow; this is my calling!"
It was nothing short of appalling!
Upright I sat, staring into blurry dark,
as slowly my buzzing visitor was
fizzling loudly; I grabbed my hair,
wishing I was away, trying to
maintain my lucidity amid this burning,
awful gloom.

What was amiss, should I know this
turmoil by night and not by light of day?
"Away with you!", I burst out.
"Away with you, and out of my room!"
But, into my mouth it did zoom, and up,
up to my brain, twisting as a writhing string
bound for unatural acts of Satan's joy;
a situation so unusual, I lost my footing,
and now upon the floor, it snatched my brain
Out the door!

My body lay cold and still in an ugly mound
and I was climbing skyward with this sound,
it and I in union now, flowing away.
Not again could I say,"Go away!",
for this sound and I wound through
night and stars and clouds and high,
high to light and all things good and fair;
Now my room was the sky, and I...
I was wrong about this visitor, for it was
my Salvation!

I do not see the most common letter in the alphabet "e" at all in your poem. That alone is a feat to accomplish.

As to your poem, it needs some work to make it better. I did like the premise and how you were developing the idea and building to the end.

Its an awesome poem.

It is ususual because of your choice of subject and words.

I like it =)

it's like an LSD trip not being saved.

what was the point in me reading that? more to the point what was your reason writing it? i know I'm being mean but it's not a poem there nothing poetic about it, it's a strange short story.

It's unusual because, unlike most on this site, you haven't tried rhyming at the end of each sentence. I like the way it is punctuated, and how the rhymes often come in unpredictable parts of the following sentences. Obviously you have written poetry before, and you should carry on. It's good and readable.

Part 4 sounds like you're going to heaven.
Part 3 sounds weird; a string pulling your brain out of your head.
Parts 1 and 2. makes my head hurt to try to figure it out.