Monday, 7 June 2010
I watched a spider spin its web,
In every heart, in every head,
A pale cocoon of guilt and lies,
Where it seeks to rule our lives.
In the tiny cell that it calls heaven,
But as for liberty, its true prison,
Each lie we tell sates its hunger,
And ties its threads ever tighter.
I see the spider in so many eyes,
The hollow shells of lost souls,
I hear its whispers in your words,
And in your kiss, I taste its curse.
The spider starves, so it must be fed,
From breath to breath, until its death,
So excretes its cruel books of blood,
Locking reason in rusty chains of love.
The spider hunts amidst the rubble,
For the remnants of fallen angels,
Its prey left wingless upon its webs,
The funeral hearse of a wedding bed.