The cobwebs on my skin

Just add texture

To the nothing I'm in.

The spiders are crawling

They know I'm alive, I'm awake,

But they know I'm not healing.

Your lips against mine

Just whispers of my imagination

The broken beat of reality

Breaking heart of brittle ice.

Oh well. What is reality

But my own vice?

Your laughter is here

All around my face

Tramatic as a tear.

No glory, never any glory

The falling man's fault

Worthless little story.

There are bats in my heart

Don't you know?

They LOVE the dark.

The spiders have found my mind

They're chewing on it,

Anything they can find.

Oh well, it's nothing.