The Space Under the Stairs

Little painted portal to a world of hard regret
Grasp the handle and pull it wide and let the stench out to the air
Come on in now don’t be shy there’s nothing for you to fear
It’s the perfect place to hide from the madness that you loathe
Hide from hell!
No one cares if you’re buried under here
In the dark with your mind and your heart
Probably best if you’re out of the way.
Yeah.
You’re such a burden, a heavy cross to bear
Probably best had you never even lived
It’s crossed my mind several times just today to
Eliminate your presence to manipulate the symmetry
A breathing millstone, an accident of life
Another bloody trinket collected to display
Practice smiling to perpetuate the fantasy
Everything is fine, and the universe is perfect
Behind closed doors we all know the truth
All the shame and rage that’s dwelling at the root
Lust for freedom, and dreams of breaking free
From the deadened fucking weight of responsibility
Come On In!
Never wanted to be a burden
Never asked for this affliction
Close the door and breathe deep of the dark
I can hear the steps above me
Sound protected by the wooden angles
Choke my hearing with my fists
If only I could go down
Deeper and buried I go
Blacker than black I need it
Dig down straight through the concrete
Tear at the earth with talons
Give all of them what they want
Isn’t this what you wanted?