Figure out my poem

[Desert Sleet]

Here is a poem i have made, and when i read it about 10 or so times, i finaly figured it was a pretty good riddle, so here it is and lets see if some one can figure out what this guy is doing
(Hint has nothing to do with a door)

Man Knocking...

See that man knocking upon my door?
He pays the fiddlers bill
Shoes he walks on are made of salt
Punctured face, is nothing but alt
I stare in disgust as he walks so near,
I almost spit as he made his sneer.
Look in his eyes, black orbs I see
See those hands, large and red to be.
Cloths are blacked with only the families last cry!
He is a fool to think of me as the guy...
It was not me I say!
Never again!
Encased in my mind, within me I have no felt,
That man is knocking upon, he will be dealt!
Nor will I stand this for longer shall I!!!!!
Blackened Cries, and MY DEEP BILL
He comes right in and I pay him still...
Look at his feet, I think with a sneer.
Hands of Iron, Heart of Sheer!
I bid him good day as I can take no more!
I am exploding with rage as he walks out that damned door!
See him walk, ever so left,
The scar I have left him with all repent
See the trees behind him I can sense...
Humans desire has no grip on my consent!
See that man knocking on my door?...
I wish he gone, and I hope to see him no more...


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If I could... Then I would... Turn back time!!