Spiders eat at the back of my eyes pondering at webs I myself have created.
Eight legs and a thousand eyes.
The truths I've learned have suddenly been revealed,
unmasked to be nothing but tricks and lies.
And then what am I left with?
Nothing but broken mirrors,
Shards of glass,
my multiple reflections and a variety of spiderwebs.
You've deceived me my dear.
Proved yourself to be nothing but a spider.