TigerLily
September 19th, 2009, 01:54 PM
Cotton cobwebs fall down her thigh
Didn’t want to drown in the lies
Run, swim, now fly to the wild
Escape your destiny, my sweet child.
Cotton cobwebs form a second skin
Masquerading the pandemonium within
The end is her new favourite place to begin
Who would have guessed spiders could sing?
Cotton cobwebs like intricate lace
Catastrophic serenity frames her face
As she ponders on her fall from grace
Arabella, get the fuck out of this place.
“My dear friends,
This is my end,
Arachne, please
Will you help me?
I don’t want to die
Alone
I can’t do this
On my own.”
By cobwebs her lips together are tied…
Can’t scream anymore.
Pinned down to the floor.
Her nose now wrapped in her silky demise…
Can’t breathe anymore.
Dies on the bathroom floor.
With her last stolen breath, tries to apologize…
Who would have guessed
Spiders could cry?
A funeral procession of sixty billion legs
In melancholy silence crawled to the pier
They abandoned their fine safety ropes
Having left them by the bathroom sink in fear
They formed a line as the angels cried
That night they say that innocence died
Arabella and her friends brought a tear to my eye
For there’s nothing quite sadder than spider suicide.
Didn’t want to drown in the lies
Run, swim, now fly to the wild
Escape your destiny, my sweet child.
Cotton cobwebs form a second skin
Masquerading the pandemonium within
The end is her new favourite place to begin
Who would have guessed spiders could sing?
Cotton cobwebs like intricate lace
Catastrophic serenity frames her face
As she ponders on her fall from grace
Arabella, get the fuck out of this place.
“My dear friends,
This is my end,
Arachne, please
Will you help me?
I don’t want to die
Alone
I can’t do this
On my own.”
By cobwebs her lips together are tied…
Can’t scream anymore.
Pinned down to the floor.
Her nose now wrapped in her silky demise…
Can’t breathe anymore.
Dies on the bathroom floor.
With her last stolen breath, tries to apologize…
Who would have guessed
Spiders could cry?
A funeral procession of sixty billion legs
In melancholy silence crawled to the pier
They abandoned their fine safety ropes
Having left them by the bathroom sink in fear
They formed a line as the angels cried
That night they say that innocence died
Arabella and her friends brought a tear to my eye
For there’s nothing quite sadder than spider suicide.