Beneath this cold and silver night
the burnt black spider
casts it's web of silk and ink.
Upon this sea where
lovers hold in circles perfect
Escaped your naked feet
walks across foreigner shores.
Where black ink wave washes away
each impressions your foot made,
but the spider he felt each one.
And the chess board on the beach
where the game played is for life
slowly overcome with cobweb shroud.
As i find, my pieces no longer move
the spider he just crawls on though
And in this dark, white teeth flash
with paralysing bite, his spiders hand
crawls across your frozen flesh
with our memories now in silk and ink
over his back of silver black
Beneath this cold and silver night
the burnt black spider grows ever fat
for we, are the spider's empyreal feast
and love’s empty carcass,
is testimony of that, simple fact.
Drawing by dust
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