The spider wove the spider weave
He tried to run, he tried to leave
But she held him fast
Until at last
She sucked the blood from his love
And he stumbled out onto the streets
And had not enough air
And no more blood to share
And bandaids did not stick
And he crept to the forest thick
To find his heart tied to a girl in a cape
Who needed his wild
Who needed to learn of his escape
And so his heart shed for her
But it was wasted from silky tape
And he was the one who colored her cape
CZYTASZ
Soul
Poezja"Write something and it might be worthless, Paint something and it might be wordless, Nonsense verses Pointless curses, You'll see purpose start to surface, No one else is dealing with your demon, Meaning defeating them Might be the beginning...
