Speckled clowns walking swiftly
Shifty eyes set upon the ground
Nice nothing's whispered sweetly
Heating them up and beckoning them down
All are lost yet claim to be found
Their pretty paint runs off on my fingers
Revealing devilish grins and sickly skin
Curse this hand refusing my every command
Forgetting itself and myself it lingers
Infecting me with what comes around
There's only one solution to my appendages revolution.
Off with the arm preventing the plagues progress
Saving my heart and clearing my conscience.

Little black spiders
In little black dresses
In their web lies a liar
Misfortune in his messes
Caught and condemned without confession
Dark diamond eyes desire death by fire
Beautiful beasts of the web moving and grooving
Cocooning the careless Cupid preparing the pyre
He prays to nothing hoping for everything
He stuggles to stave off slumber
But his members are motionless and number
He's slayed sadness but at what cost
He's suffered his last laceration leaving him lost