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The rain auditions at my window,

its symphony echoes in my womb (1)
      My gaze scans the walls of this apartment

      to rectify the confines of my tomb

I'm the cyclops in the tenement
(2),

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
      You've finished playing hangman, you've cast the fateful dice
Advise, advise, advise me, this shroud will not suffice

And thus begins the web
(3)

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

The flytrap needs the insect, ivy caresses the wall
      Needles make love to the junkies,

      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
      Your reasons were so obvious as my friend have qualified
I only laughed away your tears,

but even jesters cry

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
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 has had its say
      You're all but forgotten a mote
(4) in my heart
Decisions have been made

Decisions have been made
      I've conquered my fears
the flaming shroud

      Thus ends the web

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