Oct 22, 2006 13:17
I hear the voices screaming from the television. A spider crawling causally on the white wall. She must be lost in her own world again. The man with the camera. I must be lost in her own world again. I have to remind myself that this isn’t merely a dream, this is reality, and this reality I refuse to grasp. I’m lost in my own world again. The white wall. The white line. Spiders crawling through my mind. A web has been spun. Glued in place. Blow away my brain. I must find another way. Crawling like a spider out of my grave. Eight legs. My mind spun in a daze. Clear night sky, beautiful autumn moon, remind me I am alive. I crawl on eight legs and I must be lost in her own world again. I must be lost in my own world again… I must be lost… I must be lost… I must be lost…………
Someone save me from this tangled web
Dear God I’ve made a terrible mess
She must be lost in her own world again.