Black Widows

Disenchanted, disillusioned,
I fight the spider’s web
I swim against the currents and the monster’s in my bed
I wrestle deep within my sheets under skies of fleeting dreams
Awake to nothing
Here I am
In the soundlessness I sleep
I’m twisting and turning…

Two thousand years of heartache
Under stained glass and closed eyes
Handed down for generations
We feel the pain in all our lives
Can we waste away the clock work?
Can we burn down the frames?
Can we walk upon the sidewalks of the narrow passage way?
I’m twisting and turning…


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