Arachnephobia

Warning: This is a Terror Core poem. The contents of this poem is not meant for the weak of heart or mind.

I hear strange noise in my attic,
Got me walking the halls twitching like addict,
Time starts to freeze like magic.

The noise moves down into the wall,
Surrounding me slowly leaving me trapped in this hall,
Spiders come rushing out of ever corner and I'm too afraid to just fall.
Cautiously running to the bathroom not letting them fall on me,
Put a towel under the door cut the lights off so I can't see.

Broke down the door and everything was covered,
In my hair, on my arms and legs making me feel smothered.
Thousands of bites leave me sweating on the floor,
If I could only reach or crawl to the door.
Paralysis sets in and I'm immobilized,
Spiders crawling around inside my brain until I finally died.