spinning webs

it's painful to watch you spin that fight until you win.
his wings like a curse who rest but not until he's dead.
putting in the poisons till he can't feel nothing left.
don't shut down the blood flow till he loves you for yourself.

you make up the bed so he can lie down when he's tired
doing simple chores while he grows less of inspite/inspired?
don't put in the poisons till he can't feel nothing else.
don't shut down the blood flow till he loves you for yourself.

fast inside his stomach, pumping life into your limbs
my one was a warm love i was unable to give.
lately, it's the poisons that i can't feel nothing else.
just shut down the blood flow so i know you for myself.

my sadness was saddest looking into wishing wells.
everyone has changed despair, but despair's changing themselves.