Trees of December - Black Widow
For my display, you came from the clay
Release black widow
Poison floods my veins inside of me now
If you claim you live beneath the sky
You lied within your story
Pretty blend of supernatural eyes
Deny your only glory
We meet again. Do you have any other colors?
Can't figure out just what to think
Little bug has awakened
It's too late to side with you now
You must be waiting for your deathbed. No?
You must be waiting for your deathblow
Written by:
Christopher Hernandez
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