As the spider spins it's web in the hollows of our mind, where our forsaken memories once existed.
Catching within,
the guilt of the sin,
cleansing us through,
making us new.
Wounds ripping open again,
bleeding a remembrance of what happened then.
What happens when the spider dies?
The web fades away, and we're taken by surprise.
Leaving us to die,
no emotion in our eyes.
If all but for a remembrance of our lives.
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