'Neath - The Spiders Sleep

Reek seeps through the window
Breathe, soon the night will fall
Creep 'cross the floor like a shadow
Weep, it's the least you deserve
Whisper, whisper on the air
Assist her as the fabric starts to tear

I am the last of a dying breed
I've seen my allies to the mirage cede
One by one they have fallen and continue to fall
I survive in the gloom and the silence yet I ask for more

This is the still of the greater expanse
I court the flowers in stygian romance
The unforseen downside to my blessed eternal life
I will spend the ongoing days forever waving goodbye

Seeds turn to vines
That strangle and choke
At the ruins of resplendence
I chase the memories through an observance
They do nothing for me
Just stare right back

Just what do I expect
That I will hear
From long departed descendants?
The changing tide nurtures my discontent
A mordant exclamation is my gift

One day from the bed I'll stir
Draw back the drapes to find this world
In post-Autumn bleak
The spiders sleep

Fondest memories of here come the weak and the few
A time-tested hatred shrouds this landscape's earthly hue
Ugly masses of manmade spaces pollute my sight with their derelict charm
Rivalled only by the ugliest faces produced by this source of emotional harm

One day from the bed I'll stir
Draw back the drapes to find the world
In post-Autumn bleak
The Spiders Sleep