What did you weave during the moonlight hours?
Did you create or did you wait and trap the unaware fly?
Sucking him dry
Where did you get that little cross on your back?
Marked for life, a needle in a haystack
A laboring beast
Ready to feast
Spin away the delicate silver silk of your web
On your masterpiece
Cut the thread, once you`re done with the
Newly dead
And weave a new one
Spider silk, cocooned in unsung wonders
Motionless, she looks for stolen moments
Spinning away
A mystery play
Emotionless, she picks a life in waiting
Cutting the yarn, another death creating
Spider silk
A beautiful spin
Spin away Spin away Spin away Spin away
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