Oh, outside and inward
I'm tied up in strings
I walk and I wallow
I sleep and I dream
My thoughts, they must grow
From all manner of things
For outside and inward
I'm made up of strings
Slowly, calmly, day by day
My heart holds this, secret
Hearts decay
and slowly, serpent-like and cold
A vapor in my head, it grows
'Til inside out in flick and fling
I'll be a noose, loosely knotted
to fit anything
And then, like some crux
that lies out of my reach
Spiders will kill me
when I am asleep
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