Metal and Magic.

There is a comparison made, between two men, one a teacher, and the other a baker. One creates and the other inspires. And the artist does both.

Another string of cobweb wraps on the inside of my throat, while pairs of four legs cling to the veins in my arms. Toxcidity engulfs my lungs, spasms of paralysis and vivacious struggle back and forth.

When I was young my brother and I found a small moth that could not fly well. In attempts to make it fly better, we decided to put it at the edge of a tunnel spider's web, because it should be able to fly if its life was in danger. We tenderly placed it on the edge of the trap, and as it begun to flap its wings to escape, the spider thrust its poison into it, and dragged it into the depths of its trap. We watched in horror, as we saw the last spams of the moth, and the web stop shaking. We both cried. We has just wanted to help.

What do I do when I see you dying inside? How can I help? How do I stop the poison in your life from killing you?

I just want to help. You saved my life. And you don't even know it. I just want to help.