The Web - Neurosis

The rain auditions at my window

Its symphony echoes in my womb

My gaze scans the walls of this apartment

To rectify the confines of my tomb

I’m the cyclops in the tenement, I’m the soul without the cause

Crying 'midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors

Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor

Stained by the wine from a shattered glass

Meaningless words, yellowed by time

Faded photos exposing pain

Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind

Christ, you’ve finished playing hangman, you’ve cast the fateful dice

Advise, advise, advise me

This shroud shall not suffice

And thus begins the web

Attempting to discard these clinging memories

I only serve to wallow in our past

I fabricate the weave with my excuses

Its strands I hope and pray shall last

Oh, please do last

Oh, please do last

Oh, please do last

The flytrap needs the insect, ivy caresses the wall

Needles make love to the junkies, the sirens seduce with their call

Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me

Confused and rejected, despised and alone

I kiss isolation on its fevered brow

Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me

Christ, your reasons were so obvious as my friends have qualified

I only laughed away your tears, but even jesters cry

But even jesters cry

I realise I hold the key to freedom

Oh, I cannot let my life be ruled by threads

The time has come to make decisions

The changes have to be made

I realise I hold the key to freedom

I cannot let my life be ruled by threads

The time has come to make decisions

The changes have to be made

Now I leave you, the past does have its say

You’re all but forgotten, a mote in my heart

Decisions have been made

They’ve been made, they’ve been made

Decisions have been made

I’ve conquered my fears

Oh, my fears

The flaming shroud

The flaming shroud

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