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Reek seeps through the window

Breathe, soon the night will fall

Creep 'cross the floor like a shadow

Weep, it's the least you deserve

Whisper, whisper on the air

Assist her as the fabric starts to tear

I am the last of a dying breed

I've seen my allies to the mirage cede

One by one they have fallen and continue to fall

I survive in the gloom and the silence yet I ask for more

This is the still of the greater expanse

I court the flowers in stygian romance

The unforseen downside to my blessed eternal life

I will spend the ongoing days forever waving goodbye

Seeds turn to vines

That strangle and choke

At the ruins of resplendence

I chase the memories through an observance

They do nothing for me

Just stare right back

Just what do I expect

That I will hear

From long departed descendants?

The changing tide nurtures my discontent

A mordant exclamation is my gift

One day from the bed I'll stir

Draw back the drapes to find this world

In post-Autumn bleak

The spiders sleep

Fondest memories of here come the weak and the few

A time-tested hatred shrouds this landscape's earthly hue

Ugly masses of manmade spaces pollute my sight with their derelict charm

Rivalled only by the ugliest faces produced by this source of emotional harm

One day from the bed I'll stir

Draw back the drapes to find the world

In post-Autumn bleak

The Spiders Sleep