The arachnids in the shadows
The fixation with the hypnosis spiral
The lurking that goes unseen
The spiral goes faster and the brighter we glow
Inside of our pupils become a place unknown
Fascinated with the magic tricks and illusions
That fit in our palms
So much so... that all is left...smoke and mirrors
Until we realize we are trapped in a resting place
When we scramble with confusion to find the truth
The spiders have us surrounded
In their strategic patterns made of silk
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 11:50 PM UTC
The arachnids in the shadows
The fixation with the hypnosis spiral
The lurking that goes unseen
The spiral goes faster and the brighter we glow
Inside of our pupils become a place unknown
Fascinated with the magic tricks and illusions
That fit in our palms
So much so... that all is left...smoke and mirrors
Until we realize we are trapped in a resting place
When we scramble with confusion to find the truth
The spiders have us surrounded
In their strategic patterns made of silk