The spider crawls Off my cold walls Eight eyes staring At my shriveled body Shriveled it is, laying here So lonely The sun, burning through the skin Waiting for the boil to explode And clean my sin Two steps forward, where my hell Begins Crossed arms, standing over the hallway The angel cries, all it has tried To save me, to make me see.. Failed Cannot be the monster Since I am the spider Toying with the fly And the fly Cannot cry Its all dry Blood and moisture Sucked out From within.