About you, about me
Or stars that fade away
If you are you, if it's the sun
Or it's the moon
If it's fear, if it's rancor
Or the false indifference
Of a spot of rain
In your memory
Dawn breaks again
And the hours, they become tepid
The perfumed shadows bleed themselves dry
A giant spider
Spins in the air
A ball of fog
Strikes back
We speak of lights
We speak of nothing
We speak of things of truth
Of mortality
Sometimes so sad
And sometimes so free
Venom, the confusion
Venom, I
This day and in this place