Arachnafobia Testo

My hopes were high but drowned again wishing these words could paint the portrait of myself. Let me define the contrast between order and chaos in me. So I remain undefined, a walking blur. Try to analyze, conclude and solute. Wish upon a star that will never fall twisted around so hard inside this web, an effort to set me free, but all in vain. Tightening the nods around my wrists until this spider comes to suck me dry. synonym to my fear, my lack of clarity. One fraction of a second of enlightment to set me free and put me in the right direction. Hopes are hight my words in ink might paint the portrait of my soul and cut the ropes around my wrists, instead of my veins