Spiders In A Bathtub

At stints in cramp corners of our heart One must go at times spider-webbing To protect at least one sacred part A panic room at times compelling Holds us trapped self-immobilised We roam our own, bitter emptiness Like spiders in a bathtub, we're despised We're self-made puppets and thespians Fools are we who wish to be, drown At the same moment saved by love, A love so endless it becomes renown, A young or old lout headed home drunk. We crumple up, a drying leaf Adrift we find comfort in sorrow Whatever happiness comes is brief Whatever light we find we borrow Our destiny is a closed portal Because our thirsts are never-sated Our songs are always mournful Our intentions meant to denigrate.