Despair


Here dwells a snake, one thousand miles long
Coiled, one thousand miles deep
Eyes like candy, it has eyes like candy
Hard and blue, but soft as a kittens feet
Out of sight or in the element of light
It could be a devil, it could be angel
With spiders inside a vision from Hell
Its spine is a vertical scream
Slow as concrete, blurred as a dream
It spins round and down on an axis of atrocity
Fueled by intertia, depth, radius and velocity,
It's soul - a twisted wreckage of despair and pain
And the spiders inside are just praying for rain
Killing time killing time
And praying for rain
One thousand miles deep


- James O'Barr