Strength was frozen now melting,
Climbing down hot coals on the surface.

Ashes are burning through the skin of 7 layers
7 layers with 8 little legs are tickling.

And a web is holding firm,
Looping around a ruin

Anxiety slowly descends, a spider lays an egg.
And your nerves come down and hatch 2 million more.

Two million more and growing - overflowing
A fang cuts through your last stitch.

06/12/2003