Gossamers gossiping The webs you weave are blossoming Transparent versions off your reflecting skins Shine like diamonds and still you're worth nothing Luminous lies may catch prey through the winter Spring always comes with the sun to melt frost Its fitting like your mothers you'll die crone spinsters Me? Im like my Mother, I can live with loss. "Hes a slithering snake, Hes a liar" Camouflaged by gardens in bloom Just like me you'll shed your skin and start again Sun melts the frost and hopefully dries your wombs The truth will come collapse your webs like a levee Not the first, last or best to soil my name Fitting like your fathers you'll die alone and empty Me? Im like my father I find comfort in pain. Gossamers go, keep gossiping Weave your webs thin Theres warmth in knowing that Im so cold blooded Even if sometimes, I crawl out of my skin I will always be fine