Spider Cracks
Brian Batz
I’m pretty sure my eyes tell you
That nothing really matters anymore
And I have become nothing but a hollow elastic vessel
Light, light it all up in this gloomy void
Reach out for my hand and lift me up
I’ve been here!
I’ve been here before, have I not?
I recall seeing it: my feet dragging across the barren soil
I don’t feel your hands in mine
I don’t feel your hands in mine
I don’t feel your hands in mine