I stabbed on and on inside my own mind from the pain of longing for the abilty to call you mine. im trapped inside the web of the spider with its fangs of despair deep inside of, my mind and my soul with its venome of love like fire burning in my the grisel of my bones. I have to be fred form this web of desire, away from the pain inflicting fangs of the spider, but the only way is to get closer to u. i hope u feel the same way when u look into the mind of a poet named juice
