Thin as paper, but thick as rock.

I call it life. The world's greatest flock.

Flavored like sugar milk,

And made of silk.

But, Oh!

I see the spider with '8' on its head.

Teeth of wooly fangs sting like hollow tips...

Makes anyone go to bed.

Bleeding purple in your veins,

Yet Motrin won't take away the pain.

So what do we gain?

I see a thin line between me and you.

We are nothing alike, but together we can become blue.

A color of the lifeless sky.

Trying to breath in this reality...

With only me and you.