Who's There?

Because stealing and completely warping an original concept is much easier than coming up with something of my own. After this, I swear, something of my own devising.


Hello, who's there?
Just Me. I'm alone.
Well, let yourself in,
We'll make you at home.
What brings you around,
So lost and alone?
Alone, but not lost,
I assure you, my friend.
But I'll let you play host,
Because I love you the most.
Well, isn't that nice?
We all thank you, for sure.
But we're not sure what vice
Has you knock
knock
knocking at our door.
You can't all thank me,
Because that wasn't extended
To the collective of souls
That you've kept and pretended
That they've made up your mind
And they've sat in your head
And they keep you so warm
In your cold, lonely bed.
I was talking to YOU -
Why, who do you mean?
You can't pick us out,
We all share a skin,
And a backlog of sin,
And we share the same roof
The same shell, the same doubt -
We have what we've been,
And we'll be what we'll be -
So there isn't a you,
Just a we.
There's a flaw here.
So small, yet so clear.
If you'll allow -
Please, go right ahead,
We're frightfully curious
To hear what you say,
Our ears are wide open
No, that's not the way.
You talk as a collective, a group or a pack -
But the souls that comprise you are under attack.
There's a SELF in there, and he's a consumer,
A bastard, a hunger, a violent abuser.
You don't share a past and you don't share a future
The things that lent weight to that have been devoured,
This ravenous beast within you empowered
To eat all you were and the people who made you,
To crunch up experience and gulp down outsiders,
The masses whittled down to one.
This has already begun.
We don't know what you mean, we're sure.
When once we were one, we are certainly more .
We're the one who was born, and the one who was taught,
We're the one who was foolish and the one that was caught,
We're the one who is vicious and the one who's inspired,
We're the one who is loving and the one who is tired.
We're the one who's all-knowing and the one who is silent.
We're the one who is vibrant and the one who is quiet.
We are so many people that we crowd out the room,
While we're in just one body, we number in billions,
No devourer could stop us or even diminish
Our endless providing, our wonderous brilliance.
Fine.
Fine?
You concede? This isn't like you,
Dazzle us with your wit, lone walker.
Fill us with wonder, you're such a great talker.
But we outnumber and overcome,
And you are all alone.
That's as may be,
But I bet you can't bring them forth.

I...I speak for them all.
Oh, there's an 'I' now, is there?
I'll be leaving now.
Don't bother getting out of the way.
There's lots of space.

Oh.