spiders skitter up my spine
i'm getting used to it now
i can feel each and every one
of their eight flickering extensions
you terrorize my mind
what is it that you want?
it might be something
my fingers are tightly wound around
you look at me like that
i hate that you dont mean it
you heart hones in on homocide
try to act like i dont see it
i've been tryin to read you
eyes like flies to scrutinize
nothing matters, you wont tell
so many useless coins in the wishing well
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Somewhat creepy and cool. I like the way "flies" in the last stanza hearkens back to "spiders" from the first.
ReplyDeletethanx, this is ultimately one of my favorite things i've ever written
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