The spiders' webs interwoven through my spine,
Their poison will soon kill me before my time.
The spiders young grow within my veins,
And they will devour me in a fit of tremendous pain.
Their darkness spreads like their webs extend,
They move inside my soul, and my mind can not fend.
I can't feel my soul,
The spiders must have taken control.
Using my body as a nesting ground,
Ill soon be overrun and left confound.
Their glistening webs interwoven through my spine,
They're killing me way before my time.
* I know this is lame, but it was a poem I wrote so I put it on here.. Lame lol.
