Things crawling up the walls,
Hiding in the cracks between
The slabs of pavement
Of my padded room;

I know what hides where
And when it comes out.

I don’t deserve nor do I desire
To speak to others outside
Of my padded room;

I know what hides where
And why it comes out
And I won’t save you,
I won’t save you.

Obedience training for
The dollies in my head
To stop the things contorting
And changing,
Changing;

The crawling angels hide in shadows
And corners
Of my padded room;

I know what hides where
And when it comes out,
And when it does,
I won’t save you,
I won’t save you.