As it trickles down my heart,
I recognize you, a prime type of an Arachne,
How you roll your eyes, look down on me
All while it slowly drips onto the floor

As I frantically try to escape from the spun lines
Try to fight the inevitabilty of time,
Look around to try to sow the pieces
You see me as a rare being, a rare God

And like Petrichor my blood pools beneath me
you watch while I try to slip between threads
watch while I make the bleeding worse
Trip on my own mistakes and choices

As I get stuck in the spiderweb of Fate,
You prowl and see my heart deteriorate
See the Petrichor beneath me on the floor

I see you for what you are
And as I fail to get out of your spun lies and deceit
You advance and your poison is in my veins
Spills out through my wounded heart
And you?

                          You eat me just the same.