Built To Last

    

Under the web
there's a mirror
all reflection
is dead
from the figure
which lives in dread
thinking life's
over
as the first half
has fled
down the road
somewhere .


As the years
they pass
dust it does
amass
spider's homes
they were built
to last
still clinging on
to the spray painted
glass
just like
the figure gone
who lives in the past
it's time to
move along
and tread new grass
play some newer
songs
kick the past
in the ass .