IN Progress

We have spiders in our throats
You can hear it in our voice
Heavy burden in her heart
The illusion of choice

Cobwebs in our ears
Catch all the lies
Ringing of the fears
Signals our demise

Apathy and energy
Correlated from the start
Correlated from the start!

Klinging to a sense
of belonging
Feelings to immense
to absolve me

Killing is an act
of betrayal
Atrophy will and must
prevail

Measured with a stick
that you widdled
obtuse and thick
like your logic