Chapter 36: Spider
Follow it
The
Tributaries
The gullies
Primed with Webs
Catching
Us
All
Eventually
Find The lead
Sticky
Criminal
Spinning
The world
Into
Cocoons
Feeding
Off
The populace
Until
Dust
Do us
Part
Chapter 36: Spider
Follow it
The
Tributaries
The gullies
Primed with Webs
Catching
Us
All
Eventually
Find The lead
Sticky
Criminal
Spinning
The world
Into
Cocoons
Feeding
Off
The populace
Until
Dust
Do us
Part
24: Astral
It’s
Astral Projection
Baby
Don’t
Haunt me
Movement
In
The corner
Of
My room
Who
Are you
Shadow
Or
Foe
Friend
Or
Fiend
It’s Astral
Projection
Baby
Where
Are
You
I
Hear
My Own Name
Lost
Under
The
Covers
Lost
Under
The
Eaves
Of
This
Haunted
Home
Chapter 9: The Stone Floor
Process
In
Smithereens
Dark
Matter
I have
Yet
To tell
My story
Slash
Side
Cut
Yer teeth
On this
One
Side
Gather up
Here
Now
Down
By the fire
Or rage
Inside
Of
Tiny
Rips
Of paper
Give us a hand
Throw em in
Hiss n pop
Like records of old
I do like
A bit of song
Besides
The B-sides
That was
Me at 19
Or
30
Spending
More
Than I set
Aside
For this round
Yes
If that don’t
Put you on
The stone floor
I don’t know
What will
It’s like a vacuum
Now
Chapter 8: Veil
I
Threw
A veil
On top
Of a veil
Disguise
The disguised
Trying
To leave
Everything
Behind
Rear view style
Chills
Ghost
Of who
Me?
You?
Us?
Imposter
Usurper
Put enough
Miles
Between
Us
And
Them
Chapter 5: Locked in
Bolts
On
The doors
Weren’t enough
Chairs
Positioned
Close
Felt better
Eyes
Wouldn’t shut
Hands
Wringing
Tightly
Wound
Broken trust
Never
Earned again
Who
Came
No one
Listen
Close
Nothing
Crickets
Besides
Pages
Silent
Little
Words
Page
After
Page
Books
That meant nothing
To no one
Yet
They
Still
Sit
Locked in
On a shelf
Within
Me
Chapter 4: You can’t call it a nightmare if it ends well- Right?
I used a shovel
To find you
Babe
In a dream
The sand
Ate us both
As we sank
A full on
Tunnel
Caught us
By surprise
You wore a suit
Sharp
I had an orange hat
Made me a Fox
Ok
Flowers
On the side
Two little chairs
One big table
Set
With snacks
And
Bevies
Tea
Never
Tasted
So good
Reach for another biscuit
Hang your coat
On a tree root
I wonder
What the sand thinks
Of us now
Too busy
Laughing
To care