I’m slipping with spiders
Inside of me
Feeling lost
On my way to this anomie
Ironically
A destiny

Individualistic
But only in culture
Break myself harder
Can’t get myself closer
Spiders make way
For the vulture

Pick me up off the floor
I was fried again
A drop of the pill
It caused me to spin
It’s not like I chose this path
This violence

I find a resolve
But it’s not quite a feeling
Seem to dissolve
In a falsehood of healing
I find it all to be a little
Deceiving