There once was this silly spider
who spun her web wider and wider
until one day she tripped
got entangled and flipped
and she died because no one untied her

We should have said something
We should have done something
Believed in something
We should have cried out
And faced our fears

But we said nothing
We did nothing
We didn't believe
In anything
Money couldn't buy

So we sold it all for money
Sold our souls
We pawned our treasures
And took the money they offered
To keep us quiet

We spent it all
We had one hell of a party
But hangovers come with longing
For what we used to have

And now it's too late
Somebody claimed our goods
Before we could buy them back

We no longer have a common soul
Nothing will keep us together
So we scatter
We wander without direction
Without a purpose

Or we frighten
Whenever we see belief
We scare at the sight of others
Who carry their cultures with pride

We should have said something
We should have done something
We should have at least believed
In something

...

My skin was always whole
its pristine surface white
with only a few constant
bruises

I always bruised easily
my bones never broke
but I hurt
my skin never tore

I had no scratches
never cut myself
But I was dark
in certain places

I should not wear short skirts
they would show

I  knew that he would be lost
I had played in the garden before
And despite his heroic might
He would perish like all those before

I had seen many heroes go in
And with crowd cheers thus end their days
For not one had been seen again
Once they entered the legendary maze

I think maybe the beast had got them
The vengeful Minotaurus dwelling inside
Hidden there for shame from my father's eyes
If they met him there'd be no place to hide

I had never really cared for the heroes
Always boasting and trying to seem smart
But Theseus was different from all of them
And he quickly endangered my heart

For he already placed his name
On the list of the heroes to go in
And I knew our love was to end
Before it was about to begin

So I called him and told him my plans
I would lend him some help to escape
Thus a small roll of yarn was sewn
In the hem of his hero's cape

In return for my loving aid
He would come for me if he returned
And he promised to make me his wife
That for my love alone he yearned

But a year passed and Theseus was gone
The were rumours of victory abroad
That my hero had slain the monster
And I saw how my plans were flawed

I would fly
five thousand miles
as a butterfly
and sit on you window sill
tired but gracious
and completely still

I would sit
outside your window
looking in
and you would observe me
colourful and inviting
but too fragile to take in

I would stick
to the glass membrane
between us
and I would slowly burn
hypnotisingly tragic
but inevitably true

I used to dream of sirens
not of getting lost at sea
but being one of them
leading you astray

I fell in love
when I was only 20
a comfortable
and affordable
pursuasive love
with a lawn
and green jaquard curtains
and gold ornamented
dinner plates
that blocked out all.

He fell in love too
and he was also 20
hed not known better
mowed the lawn
watched tv
and ate
not from the ornamented plates
for they were reserved
for special occasions
like the crystal glasses
we got for Christmas

Our love was dear
we spent fortunes
but did not go anywhere
did not dream
until one day
he left
and took half
of our collection
of gold ornamented plates
before we got to use them
I cried for that love

...seems like a different life