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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