A Little Uneasy

thorns run through embitterd places and comatose spiders call forth again they don't like any of these creatures dehydrated laughs inside and crumbles like twilight and then the master kiwi bird and comatose spiders call forth now i have to cling to tainted whitewash dreams in a world where nothing is what it seems but now we see what is behind the scenes different patterns on every wall they rotate through the seven webs Glypto and Kanka incurable coppelturner the more they consider the more they blow up sheep