Spiders - Ashbury Heights

Time moves like Spiders

Over the face of the clock

Time’s forward violence

Eating away at the heart

Another hour’s past

They never seem to last

Another day goes by

No matter how I try

I’ve come to hate all clocks

How every second knocks

I wish I could reverse

This quaint arachnid hearse

I can’t stand the spiders

I can’t bare their crawl

The clock is ticking

'Til the point of no return

It’ll keep on ticking

'Til the day you crash and burn

Time’s web of severance

Where all remain until dark

Heads facing backwards

Like marionettes on a stalk