We're Only Human, This At Least We've Learned...

Sing spider sing.

Howl out your melody at the moon

cursing her for her beauty.

Sing with all your might,

the heavens blessing you with hairy legs

and many eyes with which to behold

all the reflections that you would

much rather forget,

for you hate what you see

see

see

see

see

see

see

see.

Scream at the top of your voice,

mute as the blackbird that falls on the streets of Arkansas,

calling out to the trees to save you,

begging the wind to rip your nest to shreds.

Flies were always such honest creatures,

and as you spun them in silk,

dressing them up to meet their maker,

they would whisper in your ears all the truth lies

you would tell yourself to be able to live,

and breathe,

and conquer.

And even as you covered their mouths,

their words buzzed in your ear

and such anger filled you,

such pity filled rage that you could do naught but sing at the moon,

howl at the sun,

beg your maker to kill you,

for you never meant to be born as a monster.

You never meant to be born like this.

Cheers.