Steps, slow and slow,
Are coming to reach my invisible net.
Light in the darkness, the flash of elbow
I'm secretly hiding, I'm hungry so bad.
The smell of the flesh is coming so near
I'm thirsty for red juicy warm sticky blood.
They came to this place, not knowing me clear,
And soon I will taste their fresh stupid flood.
From me they can't flee
My net is so strong
They cannot escape
From dusk where I've born
So near, so close
I hear them step
I'm road they chose
They came to my trap.
Spider
© Copyright: Эль Ва, 2006
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