Lovely bones of my past
spiders crawl by me fast
reminding me of what I've done
from the past, they come
making sure to let me see
the evil deeds that i hold
i try to mold my eyes to see
the light, bright and sunny bees
but i cant, and i wont stop
i think I'll pop if i see them again
but then they lurk away
popping up some other day
