Fears Fears 
Weeping 
Without tears
Horrific Howling 
Crashes the soul
Nobody hears
The death will call 
But not into ears 
A slit in the soul 
Filled with nightmares 
A dry child face 
Balls with no airs 
Fears….. fears 
Weeping with no tears 
The spiders clutch the moments
That move like unknown insects 
On the corpse of the delightful memory… 
Spiders that net between the fingers of a pianist 
On the lips of a poet 
The spiders have found their way to the cities of men 
As the bats invented a dark path in the light