Streaming hair so soft and blonde,
Is too complete for a respond...
Salty tears drop from her eyes,
Unable to completely disguise...
Watch as the folding surface
Bends the lonely light...
It’s pitch black
I can’t see a thing...
Blackened,
Sickened...
Spiderman
By Mark Spencer...
Different night but same dreams
First i choke but then i scream...
Her body lay on the red velvet bed
black roses covered her bust...
I closed my eyes and slipped away
To another place another day...
Upon a walk one moonlit night,
I saw a lady all draped in white...
She is mysterious,
an air of intrigue surrounding her...
Screaming, kicking, piercing loud,
I scramble to get out of this darkness...