The Spider

It's a spider
Flowing as the mist
Into grey obscure morrow,
Sacrifice of innocence... the cry...
It will slaughter worlds of deepest sorrow.
You feel It in the corpse of yours,
It's in your spirit - fleshy, frisky, smiling,
The spider - death... It calls for your remorse,
It's got some wings... into you night It's flying.
It's like a human
Whispering senseless words
And strangling victim's mind with silky cobweb...
It's here for you... The Spider always knows
Who needs its coming... Creeps to a human orphaned.
The spider knows
You'll never fight him back,
His eyes are squinting as he's chewing flesh-thoughts,
It's shade of nightmare... Dive into this glue!
Don't hide yourself, it's useless. He's your fortress.
The spider weaving fate of murdered dreams,
You'v sank in It, now permanently dying...
And there's no way... Just smashed and broken wings
And your ex-soul that's lamenting and crying.