Like a spider weave his web,
You thread my last hold on timid strings.
You took me under your safe haven wings,
As I drank the poison that urged me to beg.

The taste of your noisy silence,
brawl with the demons that feed my fears.
I wander, Eyeless

Is this an abstract of love or a desire for lust that you seek in me?
Do you feel triumph, being a yesterday absentee?
Or vanity, being the reason of today's tears?

Hunting avidly in my temple,
Killing me softly, Oh how gentle.