The Web

The rain auditions at my window

Its symphony echoes in my womb

My gaze scans the walls of this apartment

To rectify the confines of my tomb

I'm the cyclops in the tents

I'm the soul without the cause

Crying 'midst my rubber plants

Ignoring beckoning doors

Clippings from ancient newspapers

Lie scattered across the floor

Stained by the wine from a shattered glass

Meaningless words

Yellowed by time

Faded photos exposing the pain

Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind

Christ you've finished playing hangman

You've cast the fateful dice

Advice advice advice me this shroud shall not suffice

And thus begins the web

Attempting to discard these clinging memories

I only serve to wallow in our past

I fabricate the weave with my excuses

It's strands I hope and pray shall last

Oh please do last

Oh please do last

The fly trap needs the insects

Ivy caresses the wall

Needles make love to the junkies

The sirens seduce with their call

Confidence has deserted me

With you it has forsaken me

Confused and rejected despised and alone

I kiss isolation on its fevered brow

Security clutching me

Obscurity threatening me

Christ your reasons were so obvious

As my friends have qualified

I only laughed away your tears

But even jesters cry

But even jesters cry

I realize I hold the key to freedom

Ohh I cannot let my life be ruled by threads

The time has come to make decisions

The changes have to be made

I realize I hold the key to freedom

I cannot let my life be ruled by threads

The time has come to make decisions

The changes have to be made

Now I leave you

The past does have its say

You're all but forgotten

A mote in my heart

Decisions have been made

They've been made

They've been made

Decisions have been made

I've conquered my fears all my fears

The flaming shroud the flaming shroud

Thus ends the web the web

The web the web the web