Blood runnel prophecy

No one mourns the spider
Trapped by its own prison
Each change a shiver
No rest
Waking for maybes
For might haves
The next and the next
Blurring into
Alien falseness

Waking from dreams
To find new responsibilities
Drowning bit by bit

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