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