Spider Fires
Spider Fires
When we are beaten on not once,
but over a course of years,
a thing happens that occurs...
and sometimes but not always,
goes away.
Most times,
we do not live long enough,
for that to happen.
It is the thing someone says or does,
that is similar in a mirror,
but not the same at all.
The characters have changed,
the actors have traded places,
the shadows dance backward,
but the substance of life,
is less concrete, then it should be...
by now.
Like pins and needles,
under your skin,
or in your ears or eyes...
Complicated and complex ideas,
made into small tiny pieces,
to put in boxes...
with and without lids,
accordingly,
as to the age of the dish.
Take pills, therapy, and doctors,
all have say in the idea, that something is wrong.
They, of course, are right,
but it is not what you might believe.
It is far simpler than that.
Escape the pain...
of someone that has trapped you in a web,
of lies and deceit that was not first hand divulged
in the beginning of the dance.
Take a cross and hold it high and tell them...
to obtain their blood elsewhere,
and that the innocent have grown teeth and fangs,
and will do justice to murder in the night,
should the lesson not be held close to the heart.
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