The silver glitter on my dew laced web
Shimmers a future that lies ahead
8 legs one life, so many eyes
And a diet of flies
The plant pot or the garden gate
Holds my broken dreams of fate
The sunset highlights my design for beauty
And paints a world, which I see
Colours that pass me bye
And rain clouds in the sky
I have no feelings for what you do
I can't grasp the concept of what is true
I don't know what time is?
I can't tell you what i miss
I just sit here and cast my web
And when you pass by. I end up dead.
