Cobwebs in the CornerIt's real to me, it is, but the skittering of hands and teeth isn't just in my head now…
There's a spider that resides in the corner of my bedroom. Nestled perfectly where wall and wall meet roof, its own little corner of perfection and cobwebs.
Is that what it's really like to be free? Just to find some hole to reside in…
It sits there knowing that little prey will stumble into its abode, yet it still rests, as though awaiting something it has foreseen. Does it think it self a prisoner in my domain, or does it think of me as something less?
I know it's not there, but as my head rests on a soft pillow I here the movement of small feet along my wall, as fast as I turn to look at them I see nothing but cobwebs.
Nothing is here.
I know the spider that once inhabited those webs died long ago, a victim of its own judgment. Still I hear footsteps. Rampantly tapping and thumping along my wall.
It is funny how the sick rhythm of it seems to lull me into something close to sleep, but as this mi
ShelterThe men came and brandished about flame and guns
They started to kill all our daughters and sons.
Someone talked behind our backs and now we fear
For the souls lost we can only shed a tear.
But as the sun started to rise over the hills
We could see ourselves unhindered by their pills.
The world they gave us was not the one we were born into
Still watching the sun before us we knew we'd make it through.
As war and suffering cover the earth
There are still a few willing to celebrate birth
Knowing that this is what life is worth.
Our home was destroyed by the wrath of our gods
But we rebuilt it in spite of all the odds.
The people that never gave a hand and never offered aide
They became the ones that have reason to be afraid.
They offered us futility, despair and no hope
All because they were the ones unable to cope.
They brought us nothing but useless laws and taxes
Holding to corruption like our heads held to axes.
As our world became filled with poverty and violent men
We sat together
SomnioSmile for me; smile so that everything may become beautiful once again.
Smile because the world we knew spun into something dreadful and vast.
There isn't any reason to complain
And there's no reason to explain.
Leave me standing here, arms open and eyes aimed at the heavens.
Then close me like an open book.
Forget to mark me
Forget what you took.
My god left me stranded, but I don't seem to mind much.
The trees are growing again, but the flowers are still dead.
Combat things with a light touch
Yet that same thing remains a crutch.
I have something burning in my ear, and it begs me to tell a tale.
Faces with no eyes, they can smile with me.
As we dance here I bet we look quite frail
No matter to me because I know we'll prevail.
Don't leave me standing here; I have something left that must be spoken.
My words always seem to fall apart; I'm left with them and rubble.
I spit them out my mouth and they seem broken.
Sometimes I guess it's better to not talk then be misspoken.
I dream of bir