Crawlspace

I’ve been trying to suppress it— Haven’t you noticed? There’s a pulse inside that must stay inside There’s a crawlspace where I keep you as mine I’ve been trying to kill it— The feelings, they’re overwhelming We’ve started a collection here, And I know you want to get out I’ve been trying to convince you— That this is your home, But you know the monster better than she knows herself “Leave him alone”, a voice cries, “just leave him alone!” Let him find the escape latch on his own I’m not a monster till you proclaim it I made this space for the two of us! I don’t have claws—I don’t have sharp teeth I simply have you And you simply have me I’ve been trying to move on— Since the day you stopped moving “Haven’t you noticed?” A judgmental voice queries, “There’s no more room for you here!!!” I’m not alone, no…. I refuse to believe you! Get out! Get out of our house! He’s here with me… He’s talking to me… He keeps saying, “Leave me alone! Just leave me alone!” As if you stuffed the very words into his skull Yet look!—he’s now but dust and bones Evicted, restricted, and convicted… Don’t you understand? Don’t you get it? From the very beginning I left him alone. . .