These confides which all bar me with cobwebs newly shed,
and the stain i just cut with the pain i just bled.
black scars won\'t heal to a new one is cut,
and the burns on mi neck from the cigerette butt.
the spiders crept down as they fed of mi flesh,
crying to god as i yelled to contest,
when sorrow had left me i was all but alone,
and i wept and i cried in mi sorrowful home.
