The rain auditions at my window, its symphony echoes in my womb

My gaze scans the walls of this apartment

To rectify the confines of my tomb

I'm the cyclops in the tenement, I'm the soul without the cause

Crying 'midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors

Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor

Stained by the wine from a shattered glass

Meaningless words, yellowed by time, faded photos exposing pain

Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind

You've finished playing hangman, you've cast the fateful dice

Advice, advice, advice me

This shroud will not suffice



And thus begins the web



Attempting to discard these clinging memories

I only serve to wallow in our past

I fabricate the weave with my excuses

Its strands I hope and pray shall last

Oh please do last



The flytrap needs the insects, ivy caresses the wall

Needles make love to the junkies, the sirens seduce with their call

Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me

Confused and rejected, despised and alone

I kiss isolation on its fevered brow

Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me

Your reasons were so obvious

As my friend have qualified, I only laughed away your tears

But even jesters cry



I realise I hold the key to freedom

I cannot let my life be ruled by threads

The time has come to make decisions

The changes have to be made

I realise I hold the key to freedom

I cannot let my life be ruled by threads

The time has come to make decisions

The changes have to be made



Now I leave you, the past does have it's say

You're all but forgotten a mote in my heart

Decisions have been made, decisions have been made

I've conquered my fears, the flaming shroud



Thus ends the web