What lies behind them, Your eyes of soft red? What little memories, Grand secrets do you dread? What lies beneath the lies, The ever tangled web? Is it all fragile, Waiting for the Shards of broken glass To be picked up, Only hoping not to draw blood?
What lies beyond them, The gateways to your soul? Tortured, tormented are you, Terrorized and entangled By an inescapable spider, Fear a faulty motivator
What lies behind them, Behind your walls, Behind closed doors?