HOW THE DEAD FLIES HELPED A SPYDER DIGEST

Sunlight creaked out the devils Scream;

She would sometimes pretend a middle finger to the head shot a bullet
but still we persued to nuance of truth and overcome what she couldnt
here in the shell of nothing 
we were capable enough to develop something
if this is too dark look at the sunlight still reflecting in me
and in us a blue heart took blackness from skies filled with ecstasy and with green

they let the dream flavored perfume
bleed into the dirt,
Shades shed on me wayward May birds were bloomed
like singing echos in the devils grave
with god in the stall between you
and my demons who let go of yesterday,
and Im dreamin gloom when no one lets me play.

all we needed is a spider and a web, 
made of godless Art,

where she might lay her eggs.
so godspeed and goodnight world again

Take a walk in My scars-
and Wear each like they were legs.