the only reason that you
still love me,
is because you think that he
is still in there somewhere,
hidden deep.

you believe that he's still inside me,
banished and neglected,
in a dark corner,
windowless.

he won't escape, he doesn't remember how to.

scattered, lonely and forgotten,
he kneels down in the slums.

but he is still there.
voiceless, but
    I swear
you heard him

just now.